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Rose Spexticals Colorés
i
He remembers fear and pain
In his home for the insane
He remembers the beatings
His crying and bleatings
His begging and pleadings
Worthless: He was bleeding
Many unanswered prayers
A young boy now despairs
To scared, he never escaped
his childhood cruelly raped
oh so many fears
oh so many tears
caused by a man of many beers
and as the drunk appears
He tries to close his ears
a hand that always interferes
but in his mind all disappears
it disappears for years and years
for fifty two long, long years
PTSD reminds him with smears
the flashback demon always sneers
gives memories as horrific souvenirs
stabbing his head with electric spears
inside his head there's racketeers
they are evil minded volunteers
an old man now despairs
he's given up on prayers
his mind is now what's raped
He couldn't have escaped
his hair line now receding
inside his head still bleedings
nothing but social worker meetings
they're not his friends there are no greetings
It's hard for him to explain
Lived a life so inhumane
They really care not a jot
their two legs they still have got
to get support he'll have to pay
says he didn't want it anyway
He sits at home and frets
about a life he now regrets
no one even tries to phone
he's alone at home alone
a living damnation
ii
it was calm and loving all the while
a home is where the heart is, style
sober, clean living and perfectly sane
all alcohol goes down the drain
family picnic so ideal, it's surreal
full of joy's he's made to feel
catching butterflies; flying kites
his growing up he just rewrites
a mother's love
a fathers love
siblings who love
thanking him from up above
His gentle hand in a velvet glove
peace by a turtle dove
The radio plays all you need is love
a blessed childhood had by all
always caught if he should fall
Never beatings, no abuse
a leather belt now has no use
no screaming, no shouting
no raging, no vile spouting
all in all the perfect childhood
being polite and always good
His story line to appeal to the masses
a childhood seen through rose coloured glasses
despite his perfect childhood
he turned out to be no good
your worst nightmare uninvited guest
a serial killer, torturer and sex pest
He remembers fear and pain
In his home for the insane
He remembers the beatings
His crying and bleatings
His begging and pleadings
Worthless: He was bleeding
Many unanswered prayers
A young boy now despairs
To scared, he never escaped
his childhood cruelly raped
oh so many fears
oh so many tears
caused by a man of many beers
and as the drunk appears
He tries to close his ears
a hand that always interferes
but in his mind all disappears
it disappears for years and years
for fifty two long, long years
PTSD reminds him with smears
the flashback demon always sneers
gives memories as horrific souvenirs
stabbing his head with electric spears
inside his head there's racketeers
they are evil minded volunteers
an old man now despairs
he's given up on prayers
his mind is now what's raped
He couldn't have escaped
his hair line now receding
inside his head still bleedings
nothing but social worker meetings
they're not his friends there are no greetings
It's hard for him to explain
Lived a life so inhumane
They really care not a jot
their two legs they still have got
to get support he'll have to pay
says he didn't want it anyway
He sits at home and frets
about a life he now regrets
no one even tries to phone
he's alone at home alone
a living damnation
ii
it was calm and loving all the while
a home is where the heart is, style
sober, clean living and perfectly sane
all alcohol goes down the drain
family picnic so ideal, it's surreal
full of joy's he's made to feel
catching butterflies; flying kites
his growing up he just rewrites
a mother's love
a fathers love
siblings who love
thanking him from up above
His gentle hand in a velvet glove
peace by a turtle dove
The radio plays all you need is love
a blessed childhood had by all
always caught if he should fall
Never beatings, no abuse
a leather belt now has no use
no screaming, no shouting
no raging, no vile spouting
all in all the perfect childhood
being polite and always good
His story line to appeal to the masses
a childhood seen through rose coloured glasses
despite his perfect childhood
he turned out to be no good
your worst nightmare uninvited guest
a serial killer, torturer and sex pest
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