Bless the little mite who gets buried in the night
Who's mother lies beside her sharpening the knife
The knife that drove her father into drinking and to cursing
He called he every name he knew
But he never called he nurse in
The letter's have been opened
Before they can be read
And once again she will spend the night
Inside her fathers bed
The press call out for mercy
The church calls for restraint
The only one with his heart turned on is the local patron saint
Who, at 4 am, as the neon lights go off outside the club
Around the corner he's serving pills
To the girls who wanna be loved
Because the letter's have been opened
Before they can be read
And once again she'll spend the night
Inside her fathers bed
No immaculate conception for this girl from County Down
No guiding star of Bethlehem will shine upon this town
And he priest he preaches abstinence
And to keep it all in the family
But the homes no place
For a girl that's raped
By the man who sits her on his knee
So she leaves the country for a foreign land
To wash away her problem with the help of a surgeons hand
Ten thousand 'Hail Mary's' won't relieve this child her sin
No letter box
Just a confession box
And that's where the trouble begins
Because the letter's have been opened
Before they can be read
And once again she'll spend the night
Inside her fathers bed