Lia Hide - Niobe Lyrics

There once lived a man on a bar stool
He spend there his weekdays till dawn
He liked tumbleweed and cold vodka
Old Tullamore Dew and aged rum
He used to be father and brother
He had seven children and wife
One night they were murdered and vanished
All good people sorrowed and cries
Sip to sip
Time flies
Tick-tack-toe
He sighs
His wife was named Heather and Catherine
She used to be Queen of the Fair
Her skin smelled like Christmas and make-up
But pregnancies didn't play fair
The good people know she grew older
The good people noticed the cracks
On walls, on her skin and complection
Her daughters and sons made her fat
Babies come
Babies cry
Tick-tack-toe
Oh, oh my
Imagine, she thought if she vanished
All gone when she still had her looks
Then she would be remembered pretty
Her beauty would go down in books
She drank and she wept and she kissed them
And killed them all seven, alone
And make sure to hide them forever
Then she slit her beautiful throat
Mommy don't
Mommy why
Tick-tack-toe
They die!
You must not blame Heather or Catherine
But if you must, take note of this
Is beauty and vanity blameful
Or are the good people in bliss
For someowhere in Hell she's there, watching
She knows all good people will die
Her children are safe in some heaven
And wait for their dad to arrive
Dust to dust
Ashes fly
Tick-tack-toe
Shhh Goodbye

There once lived a man on a bar stool
He spend there his weekdays till dawn
He liked tumbleweed and cold vodka
Old Tullamore Dew and aged rum
He used to be father and brother
He had seven children and wife
One night they were murdered and vanished
All good people sorrowed and cries
Sip to sip
Time flies
Tick-tack-toe
He sighs
His wife was named Heather and Catherine
She used to be Queen of the Fair
Her skin smelled like Christmas and make-up
But pregnancies didn't play fair
The good people know she grew older
The good people noticed the cracks
On walls, on her skin and complection
Her daughters and sons made her fat
Babies come
Babies cry
Tick-tack-toe
Oh, oh my
Imagine, she thought if she vanished
All gone when she still had her looks
Then she would be remembered pretty
Her beauty would go down in books
She drank and she wept and she kissed them
And killed them all seven, alone
And make sure to hide them forever
Then she slit her beautiful throat
Mommy don't
Mommy why
Tick-tack-toe
They die!
You must not blame Heather or Catherine
But if you must, take note of this
Is beauty and vanity blameful
Or are the good people in bliss
For someowhere in Hell she's there, watching
She knows all good people will die
Her children are safe in some heaven
And wait for their dad to arrive
Dust to dust
Ashes fly
Tick-tack-toe
Shhh Goodbye