Song For Charlie

They're playing with Charlie
Children can be so cruel can't they?
Some blood drops from his nose
Kurt says so it goes

Goes-goes goes-goes GOES!

Take care little Charlie
You can't read the signs
See them playing in the factory
Smashing windows like the olden times

All the broken down machines
Used for making tartrazine
Pretty boxes full of dreams

Mother waiting at the open door
Worried at the winter rain to pour
Father doesn't notice anything
except the television's blink

Blink blink blink blink blink!

Take care little Charlie
There's something in that shed
Don't let them lock you in there
They don't care

Shadows on the grey floor
melting into smells of oil and more
A blackbird's eye blinks
Weeds and rusty sinks

They're playing with Charlie
Children can be so cruel can't they?

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.