The Gods of Rita
If you saw what she gave up it wouldn't make any sense
The things she does for love and the little that she gets
Night and day the children are pulling at her clothes
Her husband comes home quiet and is asleep before she knows
And the Gods of Rita never stop making demands
Everything inside her world is beyond her command
And nobody will help her
They let her do all the work
And the Gods of Rita they lay the weight on her
"And what do you want for dinner?"
"I'm sure whatever you're making is fine"
Spinning toys and honking horns and the violence of the mind
Wine in the evening after everyone goes to bed
In the mirror stares her mother carrying the silent death
And the Gods of Rita never stop making demands
Everything inside her world is beyond her command
And nobody will help her
They let her do all the work
And the Gods of Rita they lay the weight on her
She struggles to talk about it
They never seem to hear
If she's angry then she's crazy
And if she's crazy they don't want her near
Someday she's getting out of here
But she doesn't yet know-how
Somebody's got to love her
But who can see her now?
And the Gods of Rita never stop making demands
Everything inside her world is beyond her command
And nobody will help her
They let her do all the work
And the Gods of Rita they lay the weight on her
The things she does for love and the little that she gets
Night and day the children are pulling at her clothes
Her husband comes home quiet and is asleep before she knows
And the Gods of Rita never stop making demands
Everything inside her world is beyond her command
And nobody will help her
They let her do all the work
And the Gods of Rita they lay the weight on her
"And what do you want for dinner?"
"I'm sure whatever you're making is fine"
Spinning toys and honking horns and the violence of the mind
Wine in the evening after everyone goes to bed
In the mirror stares her mother carrying the silent death
And the Gods of Rita never stop making demands
Everything inside her world is beyond her command
And nobody will help her
They let her do all the work
And the Gods of Rita they lay the weight on her
She struggles to talk about it
They never seem to hear
If she's angry then she's crazy
And if she's crazy they don't want her near
Someday she's getting out of here
But she doesn't yet know-how
Somebody's got to love her
But who can see her now?
And the Gods of Rita never stop making demands
Everything inside her world is beyond her command
And nobody will help her
They let her do all the work
And the Gods of Rita they lay the weight on her
Credits
Writer(s): Kye Hillig
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