The Nightmares Of The Girl Next Door

Take down the burning woods
brake and burn off the old memmories
The girl next door in broken skin
From tortures of sado masacism
The young son falls
For her gentle charm

The nightmares are flowing
Back into his eyes
Of the memmories of the girl next door

Her owner strang her
up against the walls
Stretching her naked flesh
With the skin singing
As the burning ropes
Tightened on her wrists and her ankles
And th haunted aunts words
Would rattle out
As young son Davey began to scream and shout
as her sister is abused
With the brothers standing in line

The nightmares are flowing
Back into his eyes
Of the memmories of the girl next door

Her aunt straddles her
Against the wire bed
There is only one thing darling
Boys want you for
Thats the spot between your legs
That make you the draw
But if you open it up
Then it will make you a whore
As the boys have a go one by one
As her her poorly beaten sister
Stares onwards and glum

The nightmares are flowing
Back into his eyes
Of the memmories of the girl next door

She used to paint
Beautiful pictures of swirling colour
Her cuts are brazen
From the sheer wieght of the sheefs
Looks at this boys
She is doing us down
Lets punish her for
Bringing the policeman around
And lets whip her sister
for the sheer petulance

The nightmares are flowing
Back into his eyes
Of the memmories of the girl next door

Now Davey is spent at his desk
Sniffing the seconds
Of his cold dry Whisky
Staring at the the unscrabbled
Picture of colours
As he unfirls the memmories
Of torturing nightmares
Drawing on tears
Amongst the banks of the crab fished rivers
Where stumbling they met
On a warm summers day

The nightmares are flowing
Back into his eyes
Of the memmories of the girl next door

The pain is plastered across his face
As the tear stained wood
Is riddled with knots
So no one can claim
To know what pain is
As Davey sips the drifts
Of the whisky washed air
Swigging the Whisky washed air
Shedding the memmories off his blood
Holding back th barrackings
In the hidden circumstances
Where not a peep was heard
Until the scars she bore were refreshed
No one believes a little boys voice
as they all think he is crying wolf