Lyrics The Childcatcher - Patrick Wolf

The Childcatcher

I was still a child when you caught me
And tied me to your bed
You gave me shoes and pretty clothes
And I gave you what I had between my legs
Just a rite of passage
You held me down and said
«I'm gonna be your right of passage
So boy you better spread, spread 'em»
You said, «Run, run, run as fast as you can
But you can’t run, run
From the child catchers hands»
I wrote your name in my shit across the town
to warn the kids of your bloodshed
When I chased you with a burning cross
My mother she wanted you dead
She said, «Run, run, run as fast as you can
But you can’t run, run
From our law given hand»
You said, «Well, I’ve got no time for victims
And I don’t think it was all that bad
And if you can’t run to save yourself
Well then, you deserve to be had»
«This is the age of constipation
This is the age of martyrdom
I think you even enjoyed it
I think I even saw you come»