Childcare

A father told his son "I have to make you suffer,

You hurt me so I'm going to hurt you back"

And just to prove it stuck a dildo up his arse.

I'm not hungry, but I need to eat.

I'm not thirsty, but I need to drink.

I'm not horny, but I need to screw.

My brain's working, but I don't want to think.

The boy didn't get it, he couldn't understand,

All he'd done was get some house paint on his coat and hand,

He said, "Daddy gets cross when I'm very bad,

But I'm only seven and it can be hard,

I want to be a good boy when I'm bigger."

I'm not hungry, but I need to eat.

I'm not thirsty, but I need to drink.

I'm not horny, but I need to screw.

My brain's working, but I don't want to think.

I realise this one will be hard work for most people. Again, it isn’t about a single event, but composites several experiences I have had of working with abused children. Nothing in it, however, is made up. It was hard work to turn into a song, because the lyric is so sparse and disturbing. I don’t apologise for it, but it is a horrible lyric written about something horrible to which we need to bear witness. It’s unusual for me to express an opinion about the musical treatment of my poems and lyrics, but I did suggest the discordant middle eight. The credit for combining those awful words, with a little bit of something jagged and a pretty melody, must go to David Reid. He understands that pretty and awful add up to pretty awful and get the horror across in a way that that simply adding a nasty soundtrack could never do.

Ron