Blanc Says - Out Out

And they’re sitting there

Perfect cigarettes and made up To impress them here

Fighting fear and faced the climb up Trapped atop the bars

Teased and tortured, never let up A grip to last for years

Quickly old but never grown up Abysmal sunny day

Kicking down the cluttered sidewalk

Stops the childrens' play

Interrupts with screaming frenzy

Crush the little dolls

Shards of plastic parts sent flying

Continues on the way

Mouths agape, left to recover

Blanc looks quite the same

Just as pale and slightly older

Her uncle’s gun

Every morning polished metal

Even for the fun

Or possibly to end their prison

It’s no secret there

Quite like Hank to be it fatal

But the joke’s on them

Not a means to end her prison

Blanc still acts the same

All dismayed, her parents frightened

All that’s left for me is Someday, maybe