Haunting Pop
rock
britpop
funk
fusion
fender
marshall
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Story behind the song
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Lyrics
She's got Blood in here eyes
And hate in her teeth
If she hadn't been born
It would be a relief
She's supposed to be young
But she's old for her years
She likes it when it rains
So no one can see her tears
She won't go home tonight
She'll walk beneath the cold street lights
Light another match little girl
The flame is your world
That's Wednesday's Child
That's Wednesday's Child
It's so cold
She can see here breath
And the pain in her eyes
Will be her epitaph
She won't go home tonight
She'll walk beneath the cold street lights
People pass her as a ghost
All is lost
That's Wednesday's Child
That's Wednesday's Child
The stones are cold
Barefoot as she walks
No conversations
No one wants to talk
And she's not to blame
For all this pain
And she knows it won't be long
Before you forget her name
She won't go home tonight
She'll walk beneath the cold street lights
Strike another match little girl
The flame is your world
She won't go home tonight
She'll cry her eyes in the cold street lights
Strike another match little girl
The flame is your world
That's Wednesday's Child
That's Wednesday's Child
That's Wednesday's Child
That's Wednesday's Child