Chris Darlington - Eyeball Exploder

My dad worked in a slaughter house
Stale blood on his boots smelled for miles
I thought what a cruel job he had
He was chief eyeball exploder.

For hours I used to watch over him
I sat staring at his eyes,
In case they exploded,
While he slept.

Chris Darlington

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