Well Cinderella was arunnin back home she has never met quite a prince Looked in the mirror had a shower scrubbin hard but could not wash off his fingerprints She couldnt speak, couldnt make a sound Quiet like a mouse but her heart was beatin loud Above the above the tile there was a medicine cabinet grabbed a razor held it to her wrist Oh grabbed a razor held it to her wrist So dont you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore Because a change is on the wind and someones gonna start a war And a reckonin is comin to the foot of your front door A settled score, for a mothers scorn In the kitchens where the mother found her lyin lookin just like she had seen a ghost She tried to shake her but she knew that what had happened was the one thing she had feared the most She didnt speak, didnt wanna tell But hid it in her stomach where it tortured her to hell It was an instant decision influenced by the division of the people and the Holy Host Oh the people and the Holy Host So dont you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore Because a change is on the wind and someones gonna start a war And a reckonin is comin to the foot of your front door A settled score, for a mothers scorn So dont you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore Because a change is one the wind and someones gonna start a war And a reckoning is coming to the foot of your front door A settled score, for a mothers scorn For mothers scorn For mothers scorn For mothers scorn
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