Loggerhead

The people are staring in their glasses
An old man cried for gone by times
A faceless head comes up to reach me
But half way 'round he brakes down inside

A little kid sits in the corner
He's shaking at daddy's drunken head
And daddy hits him to the ground and
The litle kid could better be dead

The mad man goes to the dirt-in-top room
Another girl wants to guide me in
Into het temple of sickfilth loom
There's another place I want to stay.