Mrs Victoria

As I laid my head to rest, my grandmother she said. I have for you a fairy tale of a friend I knew so well. The story that I tell you, is as close as you can feel. So close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll make your dreams come real. There was a boy just like you, a handsome lad he was. He never played with the other children, he was the only son. His father and his mother, spoiled him with toys. His grandmother, she was a witch, a scare to little boys. They called her Mrs. Victoria The little girls and boys their stories told ya On Halloween the children didn't dare They knew behind the door there was a scare He went to school just like you, he never missed a class But all the other children, they made fun of him and laughed His teacher she felt sorry for him, put him above the rest But all his mates they beat and bruised him, called him the teacher's pet They called her Mrs. Victoria They didn't like her grandson so they showed her They beat him up before an after school To all the kids he was the fool of fools [guitar solo] His name was Johnny just like yours, a lonely boy he'd been He knew his grandma was the reason why he had no friends All the children hated her, they hated this young boy He thought that he would kill her, he was ready to destroy Her name was Mrs. Victoria He stabbed her in the back, the blood poured from her Now Johnny lives alone, he has no problems or no pain Inside an asylum, for the insane. --- Mrs Victoria - Warlord