CDIH

This song is not about revenge. There are people right now that are living a personal holocaust. Sometimes your circumstance dictates an explosion. Hank Low is violence. Violence can be like an earthquake: sudden, quick, and without prejudice.

<center>Night Watchman

<font color=maroon>My name is Hank Low, I was born on Christmas Eve
My daddy wasn't there; he was talking with the police
A neighbor called it in; he was hittin' Mom again, again, again...

No ambulance came, only stuttered grief
Ma fell asleep on the couch, while my brother played with me
No charges pressed; soon Dad was home, home, home...

Busted lip, milk and cheese
At the grocery store; eyes looking down on me
6 years old, bubble gum hid, in my hand, in my pocket...

Now Ma only cried when she watched TV
At night I'd lye awake till Dad fell asleep
Come 4th grade my Ma held me and called me her little night watchman

My brother fell sick when he turned 15
His eyes went dark, his head went mean
I cried and cried the night he died...alone, alone...

So Ma went down to the Welfare House
See money got smaller since Frankie killed himself
Dad blamed Ma, put her head through a wall..
put her head through a wall..

I Came up slow behind, movin' awfully quiet
I remember summer crickets, I stabbed him 30 times
My name is Hank Low, I was 13 years old
I was the night watchman</font></center>

nice to meet you Hank...My name is Jonas

I'm carrying the wheel
Thanks for all you've shown us
But this is how we feel
Come sit next to me
Pour yourself some tea
Just like grandma made
When we couldn't find sleep
Things were better then
Once but never again
We've all left the den
Let me tell you 'bout it
The choo-choo train left right on time
a ticket costs only your mind
the driver said hey man we go all the way
Of course we were willing to pay

My name is wepeel
I gotta box full of your toys
They're fresh out of batteries
But they're still makin' noise
Tell me what to do
Now the tank is dry
Now this wheel is flat
And you know what else?
Guess what I received
In the mail today
Words of deep concern
From my little brother

The building's not goin' as he planned
The foreman has injured his hand
The dozer will not clear a path
The driver swears he learned his math
The workers are goin' home!