I'm tired, tuck me in
And gently close the door
Tip toe down the stairs
Don't bother me no more,
Do not trouble me with war
Acid attacks
LGBT or Q
Or an armoury of anthrax
I'm tired let me relax
And watch the hands go round
I'm lost in now
I want familiar ground
And the garden sound
Of laughter, screams
A once upon a time
Sleep apnoea dreams.
Then a happy ever after,
A happy ever after
A warm and heavy quilt
A family passed away
But no more f ucking guilt.
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