Wednesday’s Child

She was born on a Wednesday
Born into a different kind of woe
Her daddy made her his woman-child
And her mama pretended not to know
She learned how to keep secrets
How to act normal when in hell
Little girl, she'd look up
At those twinkling stars
And if it looked like they were listening
She would tell
Tell the night, I go crazy
Tell the wind to blow cold and wild
But you won't find a trace of innocence here
In this Wednesday's child
She slid fast down that interstate
She was twelve going on thirty three
She could see a cloud of city lights
Out in the distance and she thought they'd set her free
She learned how for the right bucks
Doing anything with anyone she could
Little girl, she'd look up at them hungry eyed tricks
Saying if you like 'em young, I could go
Here tonight, we'll go crazy
Let that wind blow cold and wild
So you don't hear the screaming of innocence dying
In this Wednesday's child
Honour thy father they say
Honour thy mother too
We shall forget our sins and bury them deep inside you
Bury them deep inside you...
Diagnosis: life plus cocaine
Put her there in that nice hospital bed
Where she's safe as a baby now
Beneath white sheets, the nurses passing up, ?? don't get sick
It's as if in her young mind
There's some tennant holding out the rent
When her parents drop by
Every other Sunday night
They sit and watch her turning hard as cement
Tell them all, I've gone crazy
Taught that wind I am cold and wild
If they think they should find any innocence here...
In their Wednesday's child