I don’t expect much from you, Jenny 
Hell, you barely even know me 
Oh just come with me 
You'll see the craziest thing 

Well I got this key from my Uncle Pete 
To a secret door by the oak tree 
It will open up, It comes creepin' up when it needs to eat 
But it mostly sleeps 

Nobody loves it 
You're wastin' your time 
Even God hates it 
Can’t you read the signs 
There’s no space for it 
There's no place or time 
It was born to die 
So let it die there 

It lays shakin' in a rotted log 
Barely breathin' for the creeping dogs 
Barely bleedin' but the scent is strong 
And the fear of attack is harder than the act 

Nobody loves it 
You're wastin' your time 
Even God hates it 
Can’t you read the signs 
There’s no space for it 
There's no place or time 
It was born to die 
Don't let it die here 

So I will hold its hand 
I will take it to walk 
I will talk to it 
I will hold it soft 
Like the river I will smooth the rock 
And sooth its tears (don't listen to what they say) 

Nobody loves it 
You're wastin' your time 
Even God hates it 
Can’t you read the signs 
There’s no space for it 
There's no place or time 
It was born to die 
Don't let it die here