Me and the little one written by Alan.s.Robinson

Mum and dad would start up a fight

And it puzzled me ‘cause I never knew why

My big brother he’d be out on the street

And big sis was always quick on her feet

It’d be me and the little one caught in the cross fire

Me and the little one caught in the cross fire

As long as I’d remember they’d be shouting down the house

Oaths and curses, shouts and worse, coming from their mouths

I’d be clinging to my bedclothes, clinging to my ted

Torn from my dreams, by wild cyclones in my head

It’d be me and the little one caught in the cross fire

Me and the little one caught in the cross fire

Now and again it would blow sky high

Something would smash and fists would fly

Mother would come to our door and stand

Tell us we’re going to stay with our nan

It’d be me and the little one caught in the cross fire

It’d be me and the little one caught in the cross fire

“Say go bye to your father” she’d say as she dragged us both away

he’d tell her to ‘stop being stupid’ and stand right in the way

contorted faces tortured by anger and hatred

I fall asleep to the nightmare, of the last words that she’d said

It’d be me and the little one caught in the cross fire

Me and the little one caught in the cross fire

Every time you thought that it might

Have worn itself out, well up it would rise

And every name in which the devil delights

Would burn in my ears making me cry

It’d be me and the little one caught in the crossfire

It’d be me and the little one caught in the cross fire

Me and the little one caught in the cross fire

Me and the little one caught in the cross fire

Me and the little one caught in the cross fire