My mom decided I needed to go to school on the better side of town
Hired a babysitter who went to our old church; she only lived a few blocks down
She was the mother of my best friend, and the wife of my dad's
She was fairly quick to anger; many times I made her mad
Many times I made her mad
One day after school, three of us were walking home; my friend, his sister, and me
The bossy sister said that we should cross early, so we ran, we ran, we ran but she stayed
It was March the fourth, 1994; the day John Candy died
Damned to separate rooms and the news on the radio until my mother arrived
We were damned to separate rooms
We were damned to separate rooms
There was nothing fun to do
So I just listened to the news