November Spawned A Monster

Sleep on and dream of love

Because it's the closest you will

Get to love

Poor twisted child

So ugly, so ugly

Poor twisted child

Oh hug me, oh hug me

One november

Spawned a monster

In the shape of this child

Who later cried :



"but jesus made me, so

Jesus save me from

Pity, sympathy

And people discussing me"

A frame of useless limbs

What can make good

All the bad that's been done ?





And if the lights were out

Could you even bear

To kiss her full on the mouth

(or anywhere?)





Oh, poor twisted child

So ugly, so ugly

Poor twisted child

Oh hug me, oh hug me

One november

Spawned a monster

In the shape of this child

Who must remain

A hostage to kindness

And the wheels underneath her

A hostage to kindness

And the wheels underneath her





A symbol of where mad, mad lovers

Must pause and draw the line.

So sleep and dream of love

Because it's the closest

You will get to love

That november

Is a time

Which i must

Put out of my mind





Oh, one fine day

Let it be soon

She won't be rich or beautiful

But she'll be walking your streets

In the clothes that she went out

And chose for herself.




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