歌词
I don’t expect much from you, Jenny
Hell, you barely even know me
Oh just come with me
You'll see the craziest thing
Well I got this key from my Uncle Pete
To a secret door by the oak tree
It will open up, It comes creepin' up when it needs to eat
But it mostly sleeps
Nobody loves it
You're wastin' your time
Even God hates it
Can’t you read the signs
There’s no space for it
There's no place or time
It was born to die
So let it die there
It lays shakin' in a rotted log
Barely breathin' for the creeping dogs
Barely bleedin' but the scent is strong
And the fear of attack is harder than the act
Nobody loves it
You're wastin' your time
Even God hates it
Can’t you read the signs
There’s no space for it
There's no place or time
It was born to die
Don't let it die here
So I will hold its hand
I will take it to walk
I will talk to it
I will hold it soft
Like the river I will smooth the rock
And sooth its tears (don't listen to what they say)
Nobody loves it
You're wastin' your time
Even God hates it
Can’t you read the signs
There’s no space for it
There's no place or time
It was born to die
Don't let it die here