Lyrics All Her Books - Fein

All Her Books

Scribbling on her pages
As she ages
Whiskey back;
she drinkin'
Cute little family passes
Greenest grass is
On their lawn;
still drinkin'
Stumblin' toward the water
No-one caught her
Concrete lake;
she sinkin'
Reachin' out blindly hopin'
Slowly chokin'
On her back;
so humam
There’s no-one left to call
Does no-one care at all?
She makes me feel so small
'Cause no-one there saw nothin' wrong
Broken and lifeless eyes look
So surprised, Her
Loneliness;
unanswered
Cute little family walks by
Cover their eyes
And their ears, and noses
All of her books were printed
Lovely sentences
Are all that’s left here
Somebody called for maintenance
Come and clean this mess up, now inhuman
There’s no-one left to call
Does no-one care at all?
She makes me feel so small
'Cause no-one there saw nothin' wrong
Little family in their home
They tell their children
Of what the world holds
Now if you leave our little home
Can’t take it with you
You sure you want to go?
'Cause if you leave our little home
Then we can’t save you
You chose to be alone
There’s no-one left to call
Does no-one care at all?
She makes me feel so small
'Cause no-one there saw nothin' wrong