And when they shot my daddy
I tried to stand up tall,
But I still appeared so small,
Hiding behind that brick wall.
And when they stabbed my mummy
I tried to catch her fall,
But I couldn't reach her at all,
Not from behind that brick wall.
I keep kidding myself,
It's a physical reality.
But really it's what I need,
Driving this insanity.
Some weed to smoke,
I need my dope,
Some coke to snort.
It's my only hope.
It's how I cope.
Blame it on the "wall."
It's not my fault at all.
And I'm wrapped up in my bed,
With the rain for a blanket
The drugs twist with my head,
As I settle on the bench.
But I'm safe from harm,
No more alarm,
No time to stall,
Behind this brick wall.
Only the drugs can enthral,
Only they can get me moving,
Along the street, another night
Of hiding behind the brick wall.
