A true story of adversity and redemption, inspired by a good friend
MR AXE You better run, Mr Axe Find a place to hide Shut the door and cover your tracks Keep it all inside So no one knows where you've been Or what you might have done Or how much you have suffered for Someone else's fun The ecstasy and the agony It's two for one, the addiction is free Tarted up like a circus clown No turning back never coming down Broken bones, and shattered dreams The madcap laughs and the virgin screams Struggling to regain control Wondering if you'll ever be whole again You are not your father So hold your head up high Grab the bear and hold on tight It's OK to cry Hold on tight Step inside, Mr Axe Sit down and wipe your brow No more running, Mr Axe That's all behind you now You're safe with us, Mr Axe Your hand fits in our glove Welcome home, Mr Axe In this place you are loved © 2011 Schmoll
