paroles de chanson Mini Was a Preteen Arsonist - Martha

Mini lit a match as he boarded the train
He knew he shouldn't go but he couldn't remain
With four white walls and a tortured brain
He stared into the flicker of a tiny flame
Mini was a rebel and a tearaway
He wouldn't say his prayers and he wouldn't behave
He could sing a song, he could write a play
But they gave him the belt and said he'd never be saved

Something dies everyday,
Something precious died when he got locked away
Oh, funny and intelligent,
Charming and so eloquent, Mini caught the train

Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh
You made it to the city
Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh
You made it to the city

Mini was a preteen arsonist
He stole firelighters and a bag of crisps
So they took him to church, yeah they put him on a list
But he wouldn't back down, he wouldn't desist
Oh, mini
You never asked for much
Something hot enough to touch
Something hot enough to touch