Perfect Day - Night Terrors Of 1927

Some taste of the sky

Kids are up and running towards it

Mama dries her eyes

Coffee’s on, she’s ready for him

No matter what she does

It’ll never be enough

Her kids will disappear

Bus pulls in, the door rolls open

Mama hides her tears

Dishes done, her fate’s been chosen

She’s got daddy’s gun

Knows how to load it up