Give him enough rope
To hang his hope
Give her a sweet blade
To kill a shade
Give him a sword to stab
What he has ignored
Give her a gun and then
run
Oh! those are the sons and
The daughters of loneliness
Oh! those only live to please
Madness

Give her a heart again
Put a smile on his face
Give her something to soothe the pain
Get him somebody to embrace

Oh! those are the sons and the daughters
Of grief
Oh! i am just like them
Is there a relief?
Oh! those are dressed in red
Expecting the world to drop dead.

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