To Be Saved

To Be Saved by Beatie Wolfe - Photo Sean Watson

A man runs a cafe
it started in the back
That day, that day

A girl of thirteen
worked to keep the kitchen clean
in the back of the cafe

He made her dress up well
because good looks can really sell
But don’t tell (don’t tell)

And he always liked to stare
while she tied up her hair
and say, and say:

We are all forgotten
We are all depraved
We are all imperfect
But we will all be saved

When her mother ran away
from the bills she had to pay
one day, one day

He took her to his flat
that was just behind the cafe
to stay, to stay

And sometimes he would be rough, 
if she’d say that it’s enough
it’s tough, so tough

And his face full of love
with a voice from above
would say, would say:

We are all forgotten
We are all depraved
We are all imperfect
But we will all be saved

So the years went past
and she grew up fast -
they say, they say

And soon the guys from the cafe
started coming round the back
to play, to play

So she worked and she worked
and hid the money in the dirt
for a day - for what day?

But the bruises on her thighs
even dirt could not disguise
so she’d say, she’d say:

We are all forgotten
We are all depraved
We are all imperfect
But we will all be saved

She pulled up to work
with a barrel down her skirt
what a flirt, what a flirt!

And with her high heels on
she shot him in the back
Like that - like that

And when the men said, “Wow -
we didn’t think that you could do it.”
She just laughed

She said: “My whole goddamn life
was about shooting that bullet -
I had to do it, because:

We are all forgotten
We are all depraved
We are all imperfect
But we will not be saved

We are all forgotten
We are all depraved
We are all imperfect
But we will not be saved


(C) & (P) Beatie Wolfe 2015