[00:26.91][Cage]
[00:35.82]Beer cans and cigarette butts cover the floor day
[00:38.91]Half gone, he sleeps scared pregnant teen in the doorway
[00:42.15]Watching him sleep clutchin' her belly, little feet kick
[00:44.94]To send the teen back to the toilet, spent her last week sick
[00:48.36]When little Billy feed her ground up Jesus powder
[00:51.27]Would've beat her louder if it would've pushed the fetus out of her
[00:54.39]Father in the making, crooked M.P. forsaken
[00:57.27]The military cop that sells H to bring his cake in
[01:00.33]She shaking, praying her labor kicks in before
[01:03.39]The doors kicked in for them brown bricks on the floor
[01:06.24]I mean, she could tell you exactly how the gutter taste
[01:09.75]Father to her kid in custody right when her water breaks
[01:12.72]Snitched on his compadres for a few more runs
[01:15.48]And the irony in giving a stuffed rat to his newborn son
[01:18.81]Dishonorably discharged, no jail time in court
[01:21.60]Told to pack his family up and go the **** back to New York
[01:25.02][Hook]
[01:25.17]**** Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad that smacked her
[01:28.83]Then left her with rats after he snapped her
[01:31.14]The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter
[01:33.90]With her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her
[01:40.11]With her back against the wall, she still head death singing in her
[01:43.41][Cage]
[02:01.92]She's scared to leave him, convinced somehow she really needs him
[02:05.19]Back in New York her prison of pain and Billy's freedom
[02:08.31]Holdin' her baby, he'd say crazy shit to break her
[02:10.83]When she fell asleep, he'd escape her wit's end and wouldn't wake her
[02:14.43]He'd sneak out to wallow in it role model to shit
[02:17.64]That put his Christian scientist father in debt
[02:20.64]Gave him his first stroke, he refused his medication
[02:23.22]Cause it went against his religion, he'd rather his lord take him
[02:26.37]Through stroke number two and start withering his flesh
[02:29.31]Then lay the emaciated world war two veteran to rest
[02:33.06]Left his family debt turmoil and wreckage
[02:35.55]And his grandson to scatter his ash over the U.S. Intrepid
[02:39.09]Then little Billy plummets to his knees, still numb from it
[02:42.03]Held his kid by the arm with a shotgun to his stomach
[02:45.24]When threats to destroy what he created get tucked away
[02:48.12]When he looks in his son's face to see he might grow up to say
[02:51.27][Hook]
[03:01.83][Cage]
[03:52.83]Needle through the skin again, inject the rust and cinnamon
[03:55.77]Pull off the tourniquet, load up the shotgun and sentence him
[03:59.13]He knows that there's a bed in hell waitin for him
[04:01.86]But he ain't been sane since he started huffin chloroform
[04:04.86]With his shit decorum, he lets off shots, the neighbors say shooters
[04:08.16]Into the phone to Middletown police and state troopers
[04:11.52]While every family member on the premises runs from death
[04:14.61]Greeted by dozens of officers with guns and vests
[04:17.55]His suicide by cop sweater on get low
[04:20.58]Is told to the crowd watching him shoot thru the window
[04:23.46]His son clutched in his mother's arms, unaware it's the end
[04:26.55]They bring him out in handcuffs but never to be seen again
[04:39.03][Hook]