Lyrics to Beach Baby
Beach Baby Video:
My baby's teething in the den,

and I'm to give him what's mine.

He wasn't meant to walk with men

(doctors brought him round again).

In his eyes there is a cure,

to all the troubles in this home.

It'll haunt my every bone,

force me through the great unknown.

With a different name,

in a different place,

and a different way,

living different days.

With a rifle to stay,

a rifle to go.

Find a fire to tend,

and a martyr to mend.

Find a body to bend

in a million ways,

'til the thrill of a million

has faded away.

With the birth of a child

comes the end of an age,

like turning a phrase,

that erases a rage.
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