Beaver

When the day breaks, the pain follows soon And oh-oh-oh what d'you do then? When the bough breaks, the child begins to fall And oh-oh-oh what d'you do then? You've got nothing, nothing but searing pain And frying and crying and dying Nobody's caring 'cause everyone's gone And pretty much soon you'll be dying, mmm-mmm-mmm When the day breaks, the pain follows soon And oh-oh-oh what d'you do then? And when the fever breaks, the pain begins to soar And oh-oh-oh what d'you do then? You've got nothing but, nothing but searing pain And misery and crying and lying Nobody cares 'cause everyone's gone And pretty soon you'll be lying, mmm-mmm When the fever breaks, the pain begins to fall And oh-oh-oh what d'you do then?