Old hope got stuck in your throat,
Wound it's way round your neck
Caused you to choke.
That old hope made a rope,
That held you tight as the chair legs broke.
And when they found you hanging in the ward,
You said: «At least now I don't have to kind or good.
I'll be cruel and I'll be obscene
Tear out my tongue cause I've been redeemed»
Save my blushes for the grave,
No shy glance,
No coy restraint,
And I won't hang my head,
And I won't repent,
Won't face the wall and count to ten…
5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10…
Well they tore you down
And they tore out your tongue
And they made you kneel
For all the things that you'd done.
But you wouldn't cry,
And you wouldn't beg,
You just grinned
And tore out your teeth instead.
And when they found you hanging in the ward,
You said: «At least now I don't have to kind or good.
I'll be cruel and I'll be obscene
Tear out my tongue
Сause I've been redeemed»