You broke my arm On the farm, Grievous Bodily Harm. You broke my neck In the forest. The discarded branch that you used Lays neutered on the forest floor. You broke my will, With your alcoholism. Put the bottle down, think of PERCY! Oh, poor Percy, taken to soon Because of the booze. You took my innocence You didn't kill Percy, did you? Was it the booze? PERCY - come back to us.
