Matilda & Claude

Matilda killed her kitten Claude when she was nearly six
She pinned all four of its playful paws to a tiny crucifix
And upon the rood it mewed and mewed
To each of its nine lives did cling
But as fate required
The beast soon expired
And Matilda started to sing

La la la la

Do we ever reach an age where we're not all terrified
Of a tiny idea that could alter us inside
And twist us away from the lies that we're told
That make us spend too much of our time
Being too young or too old

La la la la

And all you pitiful proud people are just pieces of the past
Chipped away from the same old fading plaster casts
And the shades of our age have now all turned to hotter hues...
Tragedy isn't ready for me
But it's hungry for you

La la la la

And Matilda filled her heart with woe
Such suffering and sore sorrow
That ripped and tore with tooth and claw
And left her youth enraged and raw

The world that swirled outside her thoughts
Laughed at all her stalled onslaughts
And thought it such a charming thing
When they heard Matilda sing

La la la la