Steven Bache - Goldies Torn Locks lyrics

Little boy, I see you ran away again Press your luck inside your momma's shoes You'll be out dancing down at the lion's den I guess you didn't have a thing to lose I know it's hard sleeping on those streets It's better than your daddy's floor All the drivers learned the secrets in your sheets You knew what they were looking for I don't remember when I stopped dreaming All my imaginary friends are gone Lock the door because dad's been drinking Child, your momma's never coming home Oh my God, what have you done? I'm seeing children seeing things That I think children shouldn't see Boy, you look just like your mother Yeah yeah yeah yeah I'm seeing children seeing things That I think children shouldn't see Boy, you look just like your mother Yeah Mom, I guess I feel alive up in their seats I love to hear them say I look like you I'll win the heart of every broken man I meet Now momma tell me, what's a girl to do? I am the daughter of 18 wheelers The sister of your broken heart I am the goddess of the street healers I am the lover that you tore apart Oh my God, what have I done? I'm seeing children seeing things That I think children shouldn't see Boy, you look just like your mother Yeah yeah yeah yeah I'm seeing children seeing things That I think children shouldn't see Boy, you look just like your mother Yeah "We the flesh eating predators Of the house of dogs Protect our own." I'm seeing children seeing things That I think children shouldn't see Boy, you look just like your mother Yeah yeah yeah yeah I'm seeing children seeing things That I think children shouldn't see Boy, you look just like your mother Yeah I'm seeing children seeing things That children shouldn't see Would you love me like my mother? Well, I am the child who The only child who I am the child who I am the child who saw everything