Nettie — Type O Negative

Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes

In the dark bathed in Cathode ray blue Miss Red Hook of 1922 Weeping silently for the pain of others Every night a tearful rosary A victim of the curse of empathy Her reward for compassion is to suffer

Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes

My shortcomings I know caused her grief Still she loves me. This i can't believe! Responding not with anger but a prayer Heaven's just Southwest of Cobble Hill True, I am the son of an Angel Maternally, not one woman compares

Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes

If you fall, I will catch you When you're lost, I'll be there soon Far away, but of course near When you're sad, I'm always here

Thank you for saving me from my self Your compassion became its own hell Unequivocably beautiful inside and out Without a doubt

Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes