Help him up
Kick the chair
Sit there
And watch him die
He cries and cries
He cries and cries
Little baby, shout
Shout so your mother can get you out
Four dark walls is what he sees,
Sorrounded by miles and miles of trees
He cries and cries
He cries and cries
Little baby, shout
Shout so your mother can get you out
(He'll be hanging from the ceiling tonight)
Is he sick enough to cry for help
Or does he have to kill himself?
Now you have the honour
Of pulling him from under bed
Look at him
And a push is all it takes
For you to feel stronger
Stronger
Stronger
Stronger
I hope he'll be hanging from the ceiling tonight
A push is all he needs
To feel worse
Worse
Worse
To feel worse
Look him straight in his f*cking eyes
Look at him
And a push is all it takes
Hanging
He cries and cries
He cries and cries
Little baby, shout
Shout so your mother can get you out