In the corner chair
Someone’s sitting there
A child full of dreams
Of life without this scene
In the other room
He’ll be sitting soon
Trying to play alone again
Trying his best to just pretend
Where does the night begin?
Is it outside or in?
Children are taught to frown
Silently looking down
Mother and Father there
Juveniles beware
The Devil was once alone
But now he has found a home
So it will come to pass
Voices and broken glass
A child in the eye of the storm
Better off never born:
“No light from me!
No light from-!
You’ll get no light from me!
No light from me!
No light from me!
No light from-!
You’ll get no light from me!…â€
Now it’s all smoke and light
Ending another night
Father in his chair
Mother climbs the stairs
Black eyes and bruises here
Cigarette burns and beer
Trying to play alone again
Trying his best to just pretend...
The Devil has found a home
He was once alone
Now he has found a place
Where innocence goes to waste
Pain and violence
Anger and self-defense
In the corner chair...
Someone’s sitting there