Suffer The Children Come Unto Me (Version Acoustique)

Suffer The Children Come Unto Me (Version Acoustique) - Brendan Kelly/the Wandering Birds

What's a pretty little thing like you

Doin' in this dingy old back room

I got some candy

A piece for every bruise

You can grab it if it's handy

Cuz any cock'll do

Now dance to the beat of the slow

Slow turn

Of the world as it weeps in this slow

Slow burn

And the shoes on your feet ain't set to return

I'm the one who's walking out alone

You won't need those sandals

Where you're going

Cuz little baby you ain't ever goin' home

And the last sounds that you'll ever know

Are the vultures crying

"Whoa-whoa-whoa whoa-no"

And soon they'll be picking at your bones

They'll be picking at your bones

They'll be picking at your bones

Whoa-whoa-whoa

I caught you in the bathroom in a real wide stance

I caught you down by the lagoon

With my hands down your pants

On an old dirty mattress with stains

And yellow scarves

I start out watching then I get so hard

And you won't need that mattress

Where you're going

And I'm the one who's walking out alone

And mister you ain't ever going home

Cuz the last sound that you'll ever know

Is my bonesaw grinding

"Whoa-whoa-whoa whoa-no"

Soon we'll be chipping at your bones

We'll be chipping at your bones

We'll be chipping at your bones

Whoa-whoa-whoa

Every single plan I make has been informed

By these sour grapes

I've got one last death to fake

Before I settle down

On the last burning block

Of the last burning town

Where the devil and behemoth

Have been hanging around

And I don't miss that old crowd

I do not miss that old crowd

So goddamned lazy and loud

And the last sound

That I'll ever know is my heart exploding

"Whoa-whoa-whoa whoa-no"

Soon I'll be nothing but these bones

I'll be nothing but these bones

I'll be nothing but these bones

I don't need this b******t where I'm going

And I don't think I'm ever going home

And I'm the one who's walking out alone

So b**ch quit your f**king crying