Roses were red,
But now they are blue...

This is the roll call for the people who care.
Shout to be heard! I know you're out there...

It takes a strong stomach to navigate a Holocaust...
There's a tale in every picture...

Go now, to arms
Held out in love...

Stevie was a face you'd always see in our crowd.
Not one of the ringleaders, but always quite loud...

I said "Welcome to my parlour",
But you were the spider, and I the fly...

This is not me justifying my use of cannabis.
This is me worrying about what the doctor gives...

I will fight alongside you, son,
I will fight to protect your mother...

A beam of light shone into the bedroom,
Through a crack in the tattered old curtains...

This body, it seems, is still filled with rage.
My father said it would pass with age...

We get up late and another argument ensues.
My hangover beats on me...

In summary, in misery
Cold hearts tend not to worry her...