She holds on to the dance light
Cause its the last song she'll be remembered by
But the first song her baby will hear is chased
By the right of passage and the right to life
"she doesnt want to be a mother"
And I find it hard, to second guess a world that points at you
And its awfully quiet now that the streets are clear
He's got it all
The know how and the lovely neglect
Pull that trigger boy you've got that bang in you
With nothing to prove put the boys to the left and the girls to the night
Making his chances on maybes and games
"he could never be a father"