Fourteen Blossom Lane


Here’s to all of the things you do.
Why can’t good people all be true.
Their family parties crowd the deck.
Big children taught to act their best.

Painted smiles breaking everywhere.
Now the stench is looming in the air.
Cold shots and frequent puffs of smoke.
They’re all happy now but it’s a joke.

And as the colors fade they see.
It’s really never what it seems.
At fourteen Blossom Lane.

Forbidden secrets ‘til the end of time.
All the rumours going through their minds
Here’s to all of the things they do.
Why can’t good people all be true.