The Prize Fighter Inferno 

 

  

 

   Our Darling Daughter You Are, Little Cecillia Marie

 

 

  作词：Claudio Paul Sanchez

  

  To your knees, this daily passion

  You don't feel anything

  You couldn't raise the knife across him

  But would you dare ask anyone

  

  To take away all the blame?

  What if you, aren't responsible?

  Would it ease this life a little

  To see him buried instead?

  

  The sweat of your back now sticks to the carpet

  As he moves himself out from the press

  You couldn't ask for a better father

  The words once expressed from your mouth

  

  Now eat them away, or take to the grave

  You're a pretty girl, honey

  If he would just die

  Then I might be happy, mother

  

  So count to sleep my dearest Martha

  You know you should, but you won't leave Arthur

  Would it not be for you, then please for the children

  'Cos if you won't, they will, if you won't, they will

   

  

  And maybe for them, maybe them

  

  This is the last, you'll say in the shower

  As your blood curves a path

  When mixed with the water

  I'll do it myself so it's done

  

  To the right of all ways, I will bury his grave

  I'm a pretty girl, funny

  Out from the woods a light burns in shadow

  A notice to a girl with a gun

  

  So count to sleep my dearest Martha

  You know you should, but you won't leave Arthur

  Would it not be for you, then please for the children

  'Cos if you won't, they will, if you won't, they will

  And maybe for them, maybe them

  

  So count to sleep my dearest Martha

  You know you should, but you won't leave Arthur

  Would it not be for you, then please for the children

  'Cos if you won't, they will, if you won't, they will

  And maybe for them, maybe them