The boy is seventeen

He's seen his mother

Douse his father in petrol

And set him on fire

He's held his head in his hands

He cannot even understand

What's going on

And what do you do

When you can't see any light?

His mother swallowed bleach,

She died before he got her

To the hospital

And if you've ever seen his face

You'll know he's got his problems

If you've ever seen his face

You'll fall apart and burn away

Because he looks at you that way

I hear he's spent the last few days

On the end

On the end of a rope.