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?