Her Era
This song was created for Game of Bands round 123 : "Modernized Fairy Tales"
- ultramerican 9
- rekter 4
- matchboxdan 5
- 3
Lyrics:
An ancient witch stole me from my crib and raised me as her own
The way you'd raise a rack of ribs, from crib to craw of crone
She raised me like the livestock and took no stock in my life - said the day I didn't earn my way I'd go under the kitchen knife
So I never shirked my work until one day I found
What I'd learn to call a phone, lost and ringing, a siren's call singing upon the ground
When I answered CPS came to end her reign of terror
Ancient evil snuffed by satellite, this just wasn't her era
The way you'd raise a rack of ribs, from crib to craw of crone
She raised me like the livestock and took no stock in my life - said the day I didn't earn my way I'd go under the kitchen knife
So I never shirked my work until one day I found
What I'd learn to call a phone, lost and ringing, a siren's call singing upon the ground
When I answered CPS came to end her reign of terror
Ancient evil snuffed by satellite, this just wasn't her era