Justin Bond

When I was a little girl
My mother died
My father took himself
A new bride

My father didn't know
His new wife's ways
I was like a servant
Scrubbed the floor every day

I cried
I cried

How I missed my mother
The only one who me loved
As I upon my knees
On the floor would scrub

My stepmother would only
Give me scraps to eat
Whenever she felt like it
She used to me beat

I cried
I cried

My father couldn't see
The evil of his wife
The misery with which
She drove my life

My father was a weak man
My father he was weak
And of my evil stepmother
Not a bad word I could speak

I cried
I cried

I cried over my mother's grave
I cried every night
My tears flowed over it
Until the daylight

And if my stepmother saw
Any of this
She would laugh in my face
And she would take the piss

I cried
I cried

I'll pick you up early
From the school gates at 3:30
I'll take you down Soho
Be ready to Go-Go
The perverts will be ready
The queue it will be steady
I'll charge you 50 percent
And then I'll charge you for the rent

Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad

I'll feed you narcotics
Make sure you're erotic
And then I'll feed some to your pals
And soon I'll have a chain of gals
I'll wait outside your school
I'll seem so nice, I'll seem so cool
In my expensive car
I promise I'll make you a star

Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad

I'll get you a modeling contract
Just lie here on your back
And let perverts stick it in
And leer at you with sickly grins
My paedophile ring, it's the best
My customers they all attest
So come on perverts, come on down
I've got the best ring in the town

Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad

I keep it in the family
All my daughters work for me

Tick tock goes the clock tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
I remember as a young man in the young girl's arms
Now I'm old and impotent waiting to be embalmed
I remember as a young man marriage and childbirth
Now I'm old and cynical and I've got a bloated girth
I remember as a young man steady on my feet
Now I need a walking stick and I haven't got any teeth

There must be a reason
There must be a time
There must be a God
Who is divine

By the moon

There must be God
There must be a plan
It cannot be chaos
Each one of us damned

By the moon

When are going to come
Off of your cloud
And realise
There's nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

By the moon

There must be somebody
Who did create
There must be a reason
There must be fate

By the moon

There must be a deity
In the stars
Who controls all
From afar

By the moon

No destiny, astrology
No happy ever after
No God, no saviour, no knight
No knight in shiny armour

By the moon

There must be a book
Which states the law
There must be an order
Which is not flawed

By the moon

There must be a reason
Why we exist
There must be a reason
For all of this

By the moon

No intervention
From the divine
If God exists
Then God is a swine

By the moon

So when are you going to come
Off of your cloud
And realise there's nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

By the moon

I am Sinderella
I am just a whore
I am the lowest
I scrub the floor

Scrub the floor
Scrub the floor

I am Sinderella
All services provide
One hundred sailors nightly
Bruise my insides

My insides
My insides
I'm open wide

I am Sinderella
I am just a slut
Well, over there's my boyfriend
He your throat will cut

You throat will cut
You throat will cut
You throat will cut

I am Sinderella
If I don't work hard enough
Then my boyfriend
He will beat me up

Will beat me up
Will beat me up
Will beat me up

I am Sinderella
Don't you carry cash?
Otherwise my boyfriend
Your throat he will slash

Your throat will slash
Your throat will slash
Your throat will slash

I am Sinderella
I am just a whore