They rounded us up like homeless dogs
That was what they were paid to do
They rounded us up like hopeless dogs
They put us in a house of poo.
It wasn't a home - you wouldn't call that a home
The carpets were grimed and the walls were stained
There weren't any books or toys, not even for school
The dining room was dark, and the floor engrained
There was a boy on the table when I went in
Standing on the table, looking weepy
I didnt know why at the time, but I know now
The horrible man was evil and creepy
I was sad, and I still remember that well
I wanted to go home, and I cried and cried
The man came storming in with a yell
And he hit me in the face, just because I cried
So I hit him back, with a great big PUNCH!
The horrible devil got my little fist
Right smack punch! With all the strength of a girl.
I can see him still, beyond the sparkling mist.
I can't think about it all without crying
They made me feel as though I was dying
I can't think of any of it now without crying
It was like I was forever dying
The man went beserk, he grabbed me rough
His big fist hands grabbed my little wrists,
They all came charging into the room
They locked me in a room with windows like slits.
There was a tiny barred window for looking up at the sky
And a tiny window for them to peer with their eye
They left the light on all day and all night
So I lost my purpose and thought I would die
I didn't know if I would ever get out
I pannicked and began to scream and shout
The walls got closer and they squashed me up
I cried LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!
The dinners appeared and the tray went away
As if by magic, and I ate my food
like a dog. I snarled and growled at the door
I didnt care if anyone thought I was rude
I looked at the stars and I read a letter
I screamed and cried and it made me feel better
Why am I here? I kept wanting to say
So I said it to God, because I know he was there as well, with me, in that hellhole.
They called it Pindown, and they made excuses
They said we were dangerous, or troubled, or bad
They tried to cover over it, pretend it never happened
But to gloss over that you would have to be mad (or really very very bad)
One day, coming soon, I will "get over" it
One day, coming soon, I won't cry any more
Just like the day, coming soon, for everyone
When there won't be any more tears, and no more war