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Beer cans and cigarette butts cover the floor day |
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Half gone, he sleeps scared pregnant teen in the doorway |
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Watching him sleep clutchin' her belly, little feet kick |
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To send the teen back to the toilet, spent her last week sick |
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When little Billy feed her ground up Jesus powder |
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Would've beat her louder if it would've pushed the fetus out of her |
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Father in the making, crooked M.P. forsaken |
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The military cop that sells H to bring his cake in |
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She shaking, praying her labor kicks in before |
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The doors kicked in for them brown bricks on the floor |
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I mean, she could tell you exactly how the gutter taste |
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Father to her kid in custody right when her water breaks |
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Snitched on his compadres for a few more runs |
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And the irony in giving a stuffed rat to his newborn son |
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Dishonorably discharged, no jail time in court |
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Told to pack his family up and go the **** back to New York |
| [01:25.02][Hook] |
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**** Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad that smacked her |
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Then left her with rats after he snapped her |
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The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter |
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With her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her |
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With her back against the wall, she still head death singing in her |
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She's scared to leave him, convinced somehow she really needs him |
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Back in New York her prison of pain and Billy's freedom |
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Holdin' her baby, he'd say crazy shit to break her |
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When she fell asleep, he'd escape her wit's end and wouldn't wake her |
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He'd sneak out to wallow in it role model to shit |
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That put his Christian scientist father in debt |
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Gave him his first stroke, he refused his medication |
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Cause it went against his religion, he'd rather his lord take him |
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Through stroke number two and start withering his flesh |
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Then lay the emaciated world war two veteran to rest |
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Left his family debt turmoil and wreckage |
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And his grandson to scatter his ash over the U.S. Intrepid |
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Then little Billy plummets to his knees, still numb from it |
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Held his kid by the arm with a shotgun to his stomach |
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When threats to destroy what he created get tucked away |
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When he looks in his son's face to see he might grow up to say |
| [02:51.27][Hook] |
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Needle through the skin again, inject the rust and cinnamon |
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Pull off the tourniquet, load up the shotgun and sentence him |
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He knows that there's a bed in hell waitin for him |
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But he ain't been sane since he started huffin chloroform |
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With his shit decorum, he lets off shots, the neighbors say shooters |
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Into the phone to Middletown police and state troopers |
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While every family member on the premises runs from death |
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Greeted by dozens of officers with guns and vests |
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His suicide by cop sweater on get low |
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Is told to the crowd watching him shoot thru the window |
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His son clutched in his mother's arms, unaware it's the end |
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They bring him out in handcuffs but never to be seen again |
| [04:39.03][Hook] |
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