There used to be a little boy living here.
He had no name but they called him So.
Do you know how he died?
Oh silly you, he hasn't died yet.

So,
he was just a plastic bag filled with blood
that broke.
way up there on the hill by the shore.
We told him not to go, but he didn't listen!
What a shame.

All that blood fell into the sea.
I told his mother So
but she didn't believe me
She didn't even look!
My hands are clean and
these teeth are brand new.
I got them at the foreign shop 'coz
well i hate keeping bloody money on me.

So,
he was just a plastic bag filled with blood
that broke.
way up there on the hill by the shore.
We told him not to go, but he didn't listen!
What a shame.

Why are you crying
did you do something bad?

So,
don't look in the mirror now child.
Close your eyes, feel that wetness there?
How it aches between your lids?
You've been bad, scrubbing your face to hide your tears.
Don't look, 'coz you can be sure
it'll be puffy 'round the rims and bloodshot.
You want to remember that?
No don't look, don't look and

no one will see.
Take this shovel.
We'll take it down to the shore. (the one by the hill)
And we'll bury it!
Bury it down by where
no on will ever see.

you and me