Diamond Mine

Waxen nun in her bed
 "I had to do it!" She said
 "If you let a child be a child
 You ain't doing her no favors in the end"
 Which brings us to her portrait
 The photograph
 Of the orphan they ripped in half
 And left what was left in the forest
 A half of which there is no name
 Most love comes around
 Second hand
 It's a starving age, better take
 Take what you can and
 Maybe you've been orphaned unforgivably
 If so, I bet you know of some traditional wretch you left
 To catch her death out in the snow
 So, unhappy child
 Flash me your Rottweiler smile
 Don't let no modern kind of love bring you down
 There's plenty of decent tail in this town
 Did you grow up in a trailer park?
 Did you grow up in an immaculate and humorless place?
 Where the holy spirit, when you came crawling in
 Turned away his face
 There are some parents
 Whose children long for divorce
 There are some parents
 Whose children long for divorce
 There are some parents
 Whose children long
 Now you've buried your head in this time
 Where dust, sharp and fine
 Rises from the mouth of the diamond mine
 Where hungry pickaxes tear at the rind
 And cut men up from the inside
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 Oh, gun-toting urchin
 What do you need?
 Oh, it's nothing
 She ain't coming back to me
 Oh, gnawing orphan
 What can I bring?
 Oh, it's nothing
 He already took everything