All of life’s noise took me to the bar tonight

I have friends, but I don't want to wear out their brain

Cheap whisky makes it seem all right

I'm a gun that you can't unload

So it goes

Is that tear in your eye?

I really don't care, but I sit with her

I listen to her story and she begins to make me rich

I think she's retarded, but alcohol can make you seem that way

The heads gave her in to a world of abuse when she was seven

Her step abuses her for that time again

Her tears well as she tells how they took her baby away

She was only fifteen

She lived with an animal so the abuse could continue

I guess we all design our own punishment

Abuse, alcohol, and finally H completes the picture

The heads took away her second to give it away

The story always repeats itself

There is an endless supply waiting

She was seventeen

She is more alone than anyone I know

Friendless and brutalised by life

She is retarded

She looked into my eyes as I stood up to leave

I have never seen such despair

I died, and I left her

The golden lights of a thousand homes sparkle through my tears

Each one there is a drama unfolding

Rape is being committed somewhere in the lights

Lovers kissing, adulterers f***ing, TV's spewing out violence

But they are all basically good people, right?

Like, if they knew about the little retard, they would help, right?

Bullshit, you would all do what I did

Listen, cry for her pain, feel helpless, then get up and leave

But only after you've died

Like, you have to die inside, coz you wouldn't handle it alive

What a waste of time

I find someone whose despair exceeds my own, and it doesn't help a bit

Because mine is mine

Her name was Joy