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Killing Jar

Richard Thompson
Lingua: Inglese



My father was a judge, a solitary man
He beat me to cry with the back of his hand
I played with my sisters, he said I play it too rough
It seems to me son, I didn't beat you enough

You're no good, he said, you're no good
You're no good, he said, you're no good

I went from my schooling and I faced the wall
"Tell me bum" said the teacher "Can you hear me at all?"
I sweep down the hallways and I sweep up the grounds
When the boss he tells me that I'm late on my rounds

You're no good, he said, you're no good
You're no good, he said, you're no good

I once had a songbird with a broken wing
I cried and I cried, oh, it never would sing
I once had a songbird, the apple of my eye
I put it in a killing jar, just to watch him die

I once had a sweetheart, caught 'er running around
I hit her with a log chain and I put 'er underground
I once had a sweetheart, oh a pretty little thing
I knelt in a cold grave and I took back my ring

You're no good, he said, you're no good
You're no good, he said, you're no good
You're no good, he said, you're no good
You're no good, he said, you're no good…


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