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

Unequally beautiful inside and out

Without a doubt

Nettie, no need to cry

Let Me wipe those teardrops from your eyes