MOG

So it's never known on which they chokes
They'll have the gun, you'll hear them say
I'm a complicated situation
The eyes of youth must lose their way
And stumble here within
So the sleeping children were awoke
And quickly look away

The curse I've never dreamed
The young must be our sacrifice
Five times before this scene
Worth books of old and time
It's a complicated situation
As they wind the watch strapped on the wrist

It's a complicated situation

Sleep upon the floor

So it's never known on which they chokes
And upon the lips of everyone

Worth books of old and time
It's a complicated situation, mama
And four and six have come and gone
It's a complicated situation, mama
With smiles meant to cry
They say with crippled grins
Yeah, upon the lips of everyone
In time to haze their eyes
And haunts the hall which children
The curse I've never dreamed