You pluck the leaves from pretty plants, then rub the dirt into your brother’s hand
It’s only fair for him to take some of the blame for every rule you break
For it was he, who with his birth, made mother question what your love was worth
And you’ve been waiting since that day to be repaid
Dona Nobis Pacem
I won’t go back to them.
It’s Doctor Davis at the door – He lives below us on the second floor
Your father greets him through a chain, then says his son is acting up again
They share a laugh that ends too soon, The doctors’s eyes find you through the room
Just long enough to catch the glass behind your broom
Dona Nobis Pacem
I won’t go back to them
What reason have I to behave? I’ll sleep no deeper in a cheaper grave
I’ll find a note that’s so obscene, you all will scream