Mr irreverent became irrelevant
When hell was created for the heaven of it.
Santa Claus - • Was a lost cause when he stuffed my Mother's closet.
(My Dad) • - had plastic shells beneath his bed,
That pillow rustled beneath my head,
I wake with fairy death to my bedside,
The start of the end of the
uncultured times, thus I cried,
Bye bye.
My faith wasn’t mine.
......
Mr irreverent became irrelevant
When hell was created for the heaven of it.
Santa Claus - • Was a lost cause when he stuffed my Mother's closet.
(My Dad) • - had plastic shells beneath his bed,
That pillow rustled beneath my head,
I wake with fairy death to my bedside,
The start of the end of the
uncultured times, thus I cried,
Bye bye.
My faith wasn’t mine.
......