December sky is dark and bleary,nSolitary mourning light,nLittle boy cries for his bottle, nCould be daytime could be, nNight was when she met her lover, nSlip in through the bedroom door, nShe believed his tender whisper, nI will give you everything, nPlastic money and a ring nn(they said) nThere stands and angel by her side nnHe's the cutest little bastard nNever even saw his dad nSpitting image of his mother nShe thanks god for nNothing more than pain and sorrow nNothing more than helplessness nDread the coming of tomorrow nPeople bang upon the door nA body lies upon the floor nn(they said) nThere stands and angel by her side nnPeople bang upon the door nA body lies upon the floor nn(they said) nThere stands and angel by her side nnWhat a waste, what a waste, what a waste nof precious life