No Children

I love this song more than I can possibly express. It is not a happy song, but it is good for thrashing around to.

No Children

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again.

In my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die.
I hope we both die.

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way

I am drowing
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die.
I hope we both die.

I love you, Mountain Goats.

Anna
xx