Winter On The Weekend
He's a dogBut he's dressed up like a sheepGot bones all through the backyardBut he likes to drink tea
We play scrabble on the weekendAnd he talks about the weather most of the timeI thought my sacred bodyWith him it would be fine
And I walked into the doorwayHe slid across the roomMy heart, it started racingI just didn't know what to doAnd he laid me on the floorAnd my screams they go unheardThe lady living next doorWell she's six feet under the dirt
Daddy, why don't you protect meSomeone's gonna hurt meThere's nothing I can doDaddy, why don't you protect meSomeone's gonna hurt meThere's nothing I can do
He's a dogBut he's dressed up like a sheepHe's got bones all through the backyardBut he likes to fool meAnd I travel through the doorwayI thought I'd be fineBut it's not the way it's gonna go this time
Daddy, why don't you protect meSomeone's gonna hurt meThere's nothing I can doDaddy, why don't you protect meSomebody is going to hurt meThere's nothing I can do
And all this time I needed youAnd all this time I wanted youYou can't hear me nowCan't hear me nowLike you do
Daddy, why don't you protect meSomeone's gonna hurt meThere's nothing I can doDaddy, why don't you protect meSomebody is going to hurt meThere's nothing I, I can do