Violent Little Things

Criminals with golden rings
Loving violent little things
Never listening to them sing
Singing 'life gets better'

And by the by, they buy their time
Reminiscing of their crimes
And all the while their mothers cry
Over their last letter

Bleaker by the day and violence guides your way
Like a light, like a light

You want them all to stop
But the voices that you've got
Are never quiet, never quiet

And do they make you ice cold too?

And all your heroes, they saw faces in the night
Laughing at them up until the day that they put up a fight
Oh dear, oh dear, I think I like it
I sleep as their voices sing
Mother I declare, I just might be
A violent little thing, oh

Bleaker by the day and violence guides your way
Like a light, like a light

You want them all to stop
But the voices that you've got
Are never quiet, never quiet

And do they make you ice cold too?

And all your heroes, they saw faces in the night
Laughing at them up until the day that they put up a fight
Oh dear, oh dear, I think I like it
I sleep as their voices sing
Mother I declare, I just might be
A violent little thing

You're on the run with the next big thing
You're the silent son, leader of the ring
You've a tyrant's tongue with a scorpion sting
And you're on the hunt for violent

You're on the run with the next big thing
You're the silent son, leader of the ring
You've a tyrant's tongue with a scorpion sting
And you're on the hunt for violent little things

Mother dear I am a violent little thing
Mother dear I am a violent little thing
Mother dear I am a violent little thing
Mother dear I am a violent little