„Yvette“ als schwächster Track auf dem Album? Come on! Dieser Track über den Mißbrauch einer Tochter durch den Vater muss einen doch packen.
„I can barely make out a little light from the house on the Cul-de-Sac,
bedroom upstairs, it’s a family affair.
I’ve watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered up,
head to your toe, so nobody will know it was you.
I might not be a man yet,
but that bastard will never be,
so I’m cleaning my Weatherby,
my sight and my scope
and I hope against hope.
I hope against hope.
Your mother seems nice, I don’t understand why she won’t say anything,
as if she can’t see who he turned out to be.
I might not be a man yet,
but your father will never be,
so I load up my Weatherby.
I let out my breath
and I couple with death.
I couple with death.
Saw your father last night, in the window the light made a silhouette,
saw him hold you that way, he won’t hold you that way anymore, Yvette.“
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there's room at the top they are telling you still but first you must learn how to smile as you kill