I can barely make out a little light from the house on the cul-de-sac A bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair
I've watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered up Head to your toes, so nobody will notice you
I might not be a man yet, but that bastard will never be So I'm cleaning my Weatherby I sight in my scope, and I hope against hope, I hope against hope
Your mother seems nice, I don't understand why she won't say anything As if she can't see who he turned out to be
I might not be a man yet, but your father will never be So I load up my Weatherby I let out my breath, and I couple with death, I couple with death
Saw your father last night, in the window the light made a silhouette Saw him hold you that way, he won't hold you that way anymore, Yvette
Compositor: Michael Jason Isbell (BMI)Editores: Fame Publ Co Inc (BMI), Songs Of EmchantECAD verificado obra #8206994 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM