Lyrics

December sky is dark and bleary
Solitary morning light
Little boy cries for his mother
Could be daytime could be…

...Night was when she let her lover
slip in through the bedroom door
she believed his tender whisper
“I will give you everything, lots of money and a ring”
There stands an angel by her side

He’s the cutest little bastard
Never even saw his dad
Spitting image of his mother
She thanks god for
Nothing more than pain and sorrow
Nothing more than helplessness
Dread the coming of tomorrow
People bank upon the door, a body lies upon the floor
There stands an angel by her side

Oh what a waste of precious life