"Sleep tight", they said For their little girl "How she died?", they asked She was a troubled pearl Didn’t meet her twenty friends Doesn’t know when life begins Will never drink a good beer Only knew the taste of a tear A voice screamed on creepy dreams Dear God, what the fuck it means There is no hope There’s a fucking rope On the radio, listening to your dead idols In your hands, some pills to silence the pain She’s only sixteen No nightmare to sing Now you’ll sleep forever, Christine