Sara brought a gun to school

No one really knows what she’ll do

With a flick of her cigarette she’ll start to scheme

Put it out on her skin with track-marks underneath

Oh Sara would you please put that thing away

Go home love

Relax and read for the day

I can see him standing idly by in his wooden frame

And I’ll say Mister

Please don’t take my baby away

Sara I don’t know what else to say

You’re scared love and I wish I could take that away

I feel someway somehow we’ll make it through the waste

But first let’s just get through the day

You dyed your lips with black ink and found daddy’s guns don’t mix very well with pills and whisky

Oh Sara

I’m worried

She said I’ll show you what hell’s really like

Then maybe you’ll see my means are justified

So I held her tight

And said baby everything is going to be alright

She said you don’t know what it’s like

You don’t know what it’s like

You don’t know what it’s like