Somewhere in the garden,
There's a statue of me and you,
Coated in gold and made out of clay,
And they'll honour it and love it,
They'll covet it and want it,
Right up until they throw it away,
Till the gold has all been stolen,
The clay is cracked and broken,
......
well
there's plenty of cutesy names to
call one's children
but his was 'unlovable trash'
He remembered it from the time he was in the crib
They held him there
for longer than most parents
held their kids in cribs. Though only dad
called him so
because he constantly claimed he wasn't his
......
Somewhere in the garden,
There's a statue of me and you,
Coated in gold and made out of clay,
And they'll honour it and love it,
They'll covet it and want it,
Right up until they throw it away,
Till the gold has all been stolen,
The clay is cracked and broken,
......
well
there's plenty of cutesy names to
call one's children
but his was 'unlovable trash'
He remembered it from the time he was in the crib
They held him there
for longer than most parents
held their kids in cribs. Though only dad
called him so
because he constantly claimed he wasn't his
......