The Decemberists

The Hazards of Love 3 (Revenge!)

Father I'm not feeling well

The flowers me you fed

Tasted spoiled for suddenly

I find that I am dead

But father don't you fear

Your children all are here

Singing ooooh the hazards of love

Father turn the water down

The basins overflown

The water covers everything

And me left all alone

But papa here in death

I have regained my breath

To sing ooooh the hazards of love

Spare the rod, you'll spoil the child

But I prefer the lash

My sisters drowned and poisoned

All of me reduced to ash

And buried in an urn

But father I return

Singing ooooh the hazards of love

The hazards of love