Texty: Pat Benatar. Crimes of Passion. Hell Is For Children.

They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child

Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

It's all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
You're daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing

Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

No, Hell Is For Children

Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children

Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children

Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children

Hell Is For Children
Hell Is For Children