Tongue tied, nerves as big as boulders
Why Mom, I thought I was your soldier
My brother sits by me
Buckled into the carseat
Feel the thirst, it's time for pulling over
Into the truckstop on my daddy's shoulder
Out back where they plant all the trees
ten feet away my daddy buries me
(God's presents)
If my path be smooth or rugged
If with thorns or roses strewn
Where I go the Father seeith
And He will leave me not alone
If I take the wings of morning
far within the giant sea
Even there His hand will leave me
Even there my God will be
Though the gloom of night be round me
Though I cannot see my way
Yet the Lord will see and guide me
Because unto Him the night is day
If my thought are good or evil
Set me think to hide them not
there is one above all seeing
And He beholdth every thought
And ever more my eyes beholds me
And all my ways to Him are known
And His loving arms enfolds me
He will leave me not alone
Why Mom, I thought I was your soldier
My brother sits by me
Buckled into the carseat
Feel the thirst, it's time for pulling over
Into the truckstop on my daddy's shoulder
Out back where they plant all the trees
ten feet away my daddy buries me
(God's presents)
If my path be smooth or rugged
If with thorns or roses strewn
Where I go the Father seeith
And He will leave me not alone
If I take the wings of morning
far within the giant sea
Even there His hand will leave me
Even there my God will be
Though the gloom of night be round me
Though I cannot see my way
Yet the Lord will see and guide me
Because unto Him the night is day
If my thought are good or evil
Set me think to hide them not
there is one above all seeing
And He beholdth every thought
And ever more my eyes beholds me
And all my ways to Him are known
And His loving arms enfolds me
He will leave me not alone
Lyrics submitted by bubbrock316
Car Seat (God's Presents) Lyrics as written by Christopher Thorn Brad Smith
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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But the second verse of the song refers not to Susan Smith, who drowned her kids by driving her car into a lake with them trapped, but to a father, who apparently buried his children at or near a truckstop.
Any idea who these lines are referencing?
[On a side note, thinking about media and murderous parents instantly made me think of a case more recent, the disappearance and death of Caylee Anthony, who achieved an enormous amount of press coverage, throughout her disappearance, then throughout her mother, Casey Anothony's, murder trial. And even following the trial, there remains occasional interest in the case, which i believe is largely due to the public's confusion by the jury's conclusion that Casey was NOT guilty of murdering her 2-year old...after all, as soon as the missing girl became regular national news, the media blitzed Casey Anthony, practically finding her guilty in the public realm before she had even been arrested. i believe most people came to the conclusion of guilt as soon as they learned that the supposedly distressed and grief-stricken mother had, until the point of police involvement, been having a wonderful time partying at nightclubs and, perhaps worst of all, had the phrase "Beautiful Life" tattooed on herself. Whether she actually killed the child or not, i don't know. but after catching snippets of the story as it unfolded, i certainly assumed she was as guilty as anyone could be. it certainly didn't seem like she was behaving the way a "good" mother would. but i guess being a shitty mother isn't itself a crime. if it were, she would never have been released...but we'd also have to imprison all the millions of other shit moms...]
Shannon & friends, you're genius'.
This song, at least the first section, is about Susan Smith, a South Carolina woman who killed her two sons in 1994 by rolling her car into a lake, drowning them both.
The second part seems to be a prayer for the children, or anyone who has passed on.
In any case, a haunting song.