| Maria Daines I am the owner of this coat I am the owner, the owner of this coat Brown eyed, small Without a hope, Soon to perish, soon to cry Just so you may wear, my fur with pride... You may not wonder, how I feel N' you may not know, my pain is real But I wonder, how you live with YOU As you live with me - Now I'm through... Yes I grace your neck, oh I keep you warm And through my death, there's your careless arm - Oh you're stroking oh, what once was alive My heart, my bone, laid aside... Now I'm merely, dirt and dust Just a memory, of broken trust Just an animal, for you to KILL A trinket made of life, for your fashion thrill... Oh I have no voice Oh I have no name Just a wretched piece of meat Drowning in vain Oh speak for me now Oh please hear my plea.. Oh don't, don't, don't, don't turn your back on me... I am the owner, the owner of this coat Brown eyed, small Without a hope, Soon to perish, so soon to cry Just so you may wear, my fur with pride.... BACK |