Down On Your Face - Live 1993

Stuck in the throat this morning day

Got stung with the pain that killed me once again

Remember the times I want escape

Remember the voice you heard scream, “Not again”

Mommy, I cried last night again

She asked me what’s wrong, and I remember what you said:

“Don’t tell a soul or they’ll spit down on your face

Because of you — and leave the room.”

I remember wondering, was it me?

Now I see your face again

It makes me sick to know bеcause of you I bled

Let mе take your head and shove it up your ass

’Cause I survived it

Now I see your face again

It makes me sick to know because of you I bled

Let me take your head and shove it up your ass

’Cause I survived the things you did

Did he just not see me in pain?