Lyrics The Slough - Eleventh He Reaches London

The Slough

I dreamt I was
In a ward of maternity
And planned my life ahead
And the child was completely fucked
And you stayed buried in
Embracing hibernation
In one way or another
You’re pregnant with a cost
Of regret
With building families
With men like me around the child so
Lest, we forget
All the symbolistic images of virgin births we pray are true
I’ve got hands around my neck
And I’m socially expected
To lead a child to excellence
Oh lest, we forget
All the broken homes with absent dads, who wanted more then turned around and
said
How’s my girl?
How’s my girl?
How’s the girl I’ve left to raise this child alone
How’s my girl?
How’s my girl?
How’s my girl who lays in rapture with her child
So let’s take a dagger to my heart and my wrist
I’m miserable and the world should see me die
So let’s take a pillow and press it on my face
I’m exhausted and the world should see me sleep
So let’s take a dagger to my heart and my wrist
Oh I’m miserable and the world should see me die
There’s the good fight
And a black hole
Of a birth right
That my god stole
There’s his rapture shaking hands, with his guilt he’ll always know