A Child Soon In Chains - McCarthy

When I lay you in the cop and devil sings

When you’re locked away for eleven years

When the ties that bind you tight when I untie

When they’ve drained away your prize

You’ll be free when you’ve lost your mind

When you go to work that’s when you feel you’re free

When you’re locked away for a hundred years

When what would seem so strange will be familiar

Because you’re mine because you’re mine

While you sleep he’ll be thinking of you

Very soon he’ll be coming after you