hell is for children
benatar, pat
so you can't see their tears
so you can't see their fears
love and pain become one and the same
in the eyes of a wounded child
and you know that their little lives can become such a mess
and you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh
and don't tell mommy a thing
tell grandma you fell off the swing
and you know that their little lives can become such a mess
and you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh