Hurt People

Like stones in their children’s shoes
An Original Sin Psychoanalytical Latin Blues
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Daddy had his whiskey
She’s got all her meds
Daughter hides a razor blade
Underneath her bed
And she locks the bathroom cabinet
Like Daddy locked his desk
Like her daughter wouldn’t be seen dead
In a short-sleeved dress

Tell me who’s to blame
Tell me what’s their name
Who’s responsible for all this mess?

Hurt people. Hurt people.
You know it’s true
Hurt people. Hurt people.
Like stones in their children’s shoes
But they never mean to hurt you

When your mother never leaves you
When your daddy’s always gone
Some men build an empire
Some men build a bomb
And we blame it on genetics
Or some old family curse
And we try to make it better
At least not any worse

Hurt people hurt people
That’s what they do
Hurt people hurt people
Almost like they’re programmed to
But they never mean to hurt you

Bitter seeds grow inside bitter fruit
Growing on every tree.
How can I protect you from the world
How can I protect you from yourself
If I can’t protect the world from me, ’cause

Hurt people hurt people
That’s what we do
Hurt people hurt people
Almost like we’re programmed to
But I never meant to hurt you

About mattblick

Songwriter/Singer from Nottingham, UK. My 2nd EP, Everything In The World Is Fighting Everything In The Sky, is out now. I'm blogging (& podcasting) through the entire Beatles catalogue at Beatles Songwriting Academy. In my spare time I wish I had some spare time.
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