Violent Little Things

Criminals with golden rings

Loving violent little things

Never listening to them sing

Singing 'life gets better'

And by the by, they buy their time

Reminiscing of their crimes

And all the while their mothers cry

Over their last letter

Bleaker by the day and violence guides your way

Like a light, like a light

You want them all to stop

But the voices that you've got

Are never quiet, never quiet

And do they make you ice cold too?

And all your heroes, they saw faces in the night

Laughing at them up until the day that they put up a fight

Oh dear, oh dear, I think I like it

I sleep as their voices sing

Mother I declare, I just might be

A violent little thing, oh

Bleaker by the day and violence guides your way

Like a light, like a light

You want them all to stop

But the voices that you've got

Are never quiet, never quiet

And do they make you ice cold too?

And all your heroes, they saw faces in the night

Laughing at them up until the day that they put up a fight

Oh dear, oh dear, I think I like it

I sleep as their voices sing

Mother I declare, I just might be

A violent little thing

You're on the run with the next big thing

You're the silent son, leader of the ring

You've a tyrant's tongue with a scorpion sting

And you're on the hunt for violent

You're on the run with the next big thing

You're the silent son, leader of the ring

You've a tyrant's tongue with a scorpion sting

And you're on the hunt for violent little things

Mother dear I am a violent little thing

Mother dear I am a violent little thing

Mother dear I am a violent little thing

Mother dear I am a violent little