He threw me in the needle bed
Across my dress he lay
Then he pinned my hands above my head
And I commenced to pray
I cried my God I am your child
Send your angels down
Then feeling with my finger tips
The bottle neck I found
I drew that glass across his neck
Fine as any blade
Then I felt his blood pour fast and hot
Around me where I laid
Across my dress he lay
Then he pinned my hands above my head
And I commenced to pray
I cried my God I am your child
Send your angels down
Then feeling with my finger tips
The bottle neck I found
I drew that glass across his neck
Fine as any blade
Then I felt his blood pour fast and hot
Around me where I laid