Home of the Hang Man

Home Of The Hang Man The children are so full of doubt No one is allowed to speak No one is allowed to shout Opinions are driven underground Seems that every time they do it wrong Always been the same old song Never get it right Never allowed to speak Never allowed to fight It’s a strange house The children are so full of doubt A strange house The kids just don’t understand They don’t see that this is the way it’s all been planned Keep them frightened is the game Then all those “other” things won’t need to be explained Why is big brother always mad Why is younger brother always sad Why does he sit in his bedroom all alone Because it’s a strange house And not a home It’s a strange house The children are so full of doubt A strange house Everything they do or say Is turned into to a weapon to build upon the barricade And Dad pretends he’s not afraid Of the sudden discovery of suffocated memories The dark deeds linger in a cage Of ridicule and violence that makes the babies cry So Mum has buried her suspicions worryings away In Sunday lunches usual farce A make believe gathering of corrupted loving and pretended merry making It’s a strange house The kids are so full of doubt A strange house Big brother hit the self destruct With pills and needles long before he decided he was gay No one ever asked him why he was so mad And no one ever asked why younger brother was so sad He sits up stairs in his room Surviving in a sea of doubt The suffocated memories have all come out He’s always sad and he’s always alone The babies to they both have grown But he doesn’t know them anymore It’s been so long since he left that so called home It’s a strange home The children are so full of doubt A strange house Their children are so full of doubt Brought up and made this way All their futures turn to grey As all the buried memories fight their own way out Remember why they always felt so wrong Remember what happened when we were young And mother just closed her eyes she did not help All the future turns to grey Brought up and made to be this way Father was the hang man who took their lives away