Crazy Mixed Up Kids

Crazy, crazy mixed up kids

Don’t have a clue what’s really happening

They shout “Hey” and a little bit more

She goes cryin’ down to the shore

 

He goes, he goes to her side

Says that he’ll never, never lie
Next day she sees what’s really happening
And she goes home and cries

Everything, everyday, catches up

She’ll never think that she’s good enough
And she goes running to the shore
And she cries, she cries a little more

Bang! Bang! Bang! And the birdies sing

Her memories will always be
On the, on the, on the shore
Where he promised, he promised not to lie

And now she’s holding back her tears

Looking down at all her fears
Crying, crying, crying asking why

Now the crazy, crazy mixed up kids
Have a bit of clue what’s really happening
They go to the little grey grave
And they go crying to the shore

Her memories will always last

They’ll remember what they did in the past

They’ll make sure that her memory lasts

They feel guilt for what they did in the past.

Catfish

A fish with whiskers, how very strange

That jumped out of its pond one day

To capture a once broken doll

But its love may soon take its toll

A fish that whispers soft and sweetly
Always does things to make her weepy
Then one day he pops the question
“Will you come down to the pond with me?”

Hand in hand, they go down slowly

He promises that she’ll never be lonely
But when the clown rips off his mask
She realises it’s too late to break his grasp

Air! Air! She begs for air

She cannot breathe in his lair

Now she realises that the clown

Only wanted her to drown.