Strip the branches
Unsheathe the hatchets
The threads of friendship [bad word] off

The teeth of lawyers
Man the trenches
Bands of betrothal [bad word] off

But if we’re good
If we’re kind
But if we’re good
Generous and kind
We’ll inhabit their sunsets
Their goddesses and queens
We’ll try to do the right thing

(Oh save them)
Oh save them
(Oh save them)
(Oh save them)
Oh save them
(Oh save them)

Let the [bad word] to me

It’s a harrowing world
Of adults and girls
Lashing out at the hurt
That surrounds them

With the knives drawn apart
They shatter the heart
Of anyone that [bad word] between them

Let the [bad word] to me

Once a playground of swings
Then the malice set in
And reduced all the colours to winter

So we made it our own
This snow borne sorrow
And this love that stutters and splinters

Let the [bad word] to me

Her apostles have gone
They left one by one
With no forwarding address to trace them

It’s a secular world
Of adults and girls
And we ask because nothing is certain

Let the [bad word] to me

When their feet touch the ground
Naked unbound
I want them to know they can [bad word] me

There’s so much to be ungrateful for

Let the [bad word] to me