night song

fight, gun held to a father's son at night, cross stripped underneath their thumbs, and burn like the best end of a cigarette, and oh. night sings ooh. and height eyes closed under father's arms in fright, he is pressed to the sound of guns, and broken like the back end of a sinking boat, and oh. night sings ooh. and rip in her skin, husband cried, sweat in his children's eyes, and how do you choke with guns at throat, and all the stolen peoples broke, and oh. night sings, night sings, night sings