Wednesday's Child Lyrics

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.