When by The New Christs Lyrics

So nice to have some way out
Dead fingers dragging you down
Hollow and hated now you got involved
Your head on a plate is what I long to hold
When? When? When?

Cradled by arms so divine
Pictures of Mother come to mind
Uncharted waters you're walking on now
Lunch with your brothers
Don't kid yourself, pal!
When? When? When? Oh!

Dear daddy's face through the crack
"Waitress, are you coming back?"
You fell from grace when you wouldn't let him
He recognized no need to fit in
You're uninvited along for the ride
I'll wake you up when we reach the other side
When? When? When? When?