HE DREAMED OF RACING CARS

© J.A. Storey -Taylor 13/12/2002




Tag: He dreamed of racing cars… She sowed seeds of joy…


Verse 1: Nanna is unrecognisable.

Drying blood, dull red,

Paints the bruising and the stitches

On her face and head.

A lung was pierced by one of four broken ribs.

She opened the door to a pair of vicious witches -

That's all Nanna did.


Verse 2: Daddy was walking home from work

Very late last night.

Three men covered him with fuel

Then set him alight.

Ninety percent burns, the price of their fun.

Your first lesson: people can be cruel.

You're unborn. He's gone.


Chorus: What the hell is going on? What the hell is happening here?

Instead of living lovingly, it's increasingly in fear.

What is it they're not getting? What is it that they need?

That the basic instinct's not to love, but make society bleed.

There has to be a reason for the hatred and the scorn

That knows no shame or caring when others' lives are torn.

But what that is, I cannot guess, nor cannot understand

The pleasure in the violence of their destructive hand.


Verse 3: Sister Susie's sowing days are over.

The seeds she sowed were joy.

She was raped and left to die

By a teenage boy.

Dogs found her body at a local beauty spot.

Frenzied barking was her last lullaby.

We loved her - he loved her not.


Verse 4: The toddler, from ten doors down,

Had his last ride today.

He dreamed of racing cars, not of the hearse,

That would take him away

From the beatings he was born to bear.

Contempt and abuse were the curse

Of that Son and Heir.


Chorus: What the hell is going on? What the hell is happening here?

Instead of living lovingly, it's increasingly in fear.

What is it they're not getting? What is it that they need?

That the basic instinct's not to love, but make society bleed.

There has to be a reason for the hatred and the scorn

That knows no shame or caring when others' lives are torn.

But what that is, I cannot guess, nor cannot understand

The pleasure in the violence of their destructive hand.


Tag: He dreamed of racing cars… She sowed seeds of joy…

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