The Bitter House (1979-1985)

In the hell hall you would often say I'm leaving on the final day But convenience took you floating back on a wave of screaming For all was lost in a three bed tower Couldn't wake you at a reasonable hour It was all over when the pastor scolded you both for just dreaming I don't have the answers I don't have the answers Just some flesh wounds And some questions I don't have the answers I don't have the answers Some punched holes in wafer thin doors and more questions Bankrupted himself by buying rounds and took it out on his surrounds Couldn't see that poverty was the thing that really illed him Between his moods and bitter foods that washed away and kept us on the move as your little children The hooded cloak started to choke and then it woke and though he tried sometimes it totally consumed him And while you forgave at a daily rate You promised us a flight of grace to visit Mr. Disney but that idea soon grew dim It never came in forty years but we know he contacted you to see if you were still transmitting Your response was monotone You were to guilty or alone to even listen I don't have the answers I don't have the answers Just the memories and some questions I don't have the answers I don't have the answers Just your diary of all past intentions We love you mum We know what you've done We will take care of you now I don't have the answers I don't have the answers I wish I did Then no more questions I don't have the answers I don't have the answers I don't have the answers I don't have the answers I don't have the answers