Lyrics

It was early on a Monday
I felt like eating like a queen
So I put on fancy stockings
And began to dance and dream

I would rather slit my throat
Than have worked another day
So instead I filled my throat
With a lunch of bird of prey

Prancing past the factory
With a feather in my cap
when I sat down at the sea
A golden coin fell in my lap

A dark and handsome man
Offered to hold my hand
I ran until my shoes wore out
Into the hinterland

And then I looked at
At once I noticed
Somehow detected
The land mines

All the worried faces
All the angry wisdom
All the judging words that
Echoed in my head

“You have no right to be here
What makes you so happy?
You couldn’t be happy
Or you’d be alone!”

I would rather slit my throat
Than have hurt another day
So instead I filled my head
With a charming red bouquet

All the little posies
Shining in the sun
Slowly plucked away by
The words of everyone

Land mines…

I would rather slit my throat
Than become a bird of prey
Wincing as the blade comes down
One more thing that cannot stay

Your misery needs company….