The story I wrote as a kid
So, yeah, I felt so scared
Watching the flames crayon red

This kid hung on me too
So I had to hide in a church
Just me and the town mayor
And his son who was handicapped
Who wouldn't be quiet
Unless his dad would sing him a song
So, yeah, it wasn't long
Before they found out just where we were
But I wasn't mad at that kid at all
I just felt sort of sad when his dad said

"Goodnight, boy
Go to sleep, boy
Shut up, boy, for me"

Then the [bad word] in