Sadness Pale (live)

Sleeping little child, little sleeping little child
Little innocence of debut to your non committal life
Do you wake up to your anger that you wake up to yourself?
Do you think and do you wonder little ordinary child?

Mother's gonna help you, baby, mother's gonna try
Mother's gonna make you sick ever since your father died
Do you sometimes think about him?
Scratch your memories open wide
You can have your revolution now there's no one to defy

Dressed in second hand, tobacco stained rejections that you buy
Spilling pockets full of sadness as you kiss the world goodbye
Are you floating in the madness as you step outside your mind
You can have your celebrations, no one cares until you die