Sometimes i think of what i could've been
And then i kick myself knowing that i've ended up just like him
And there's other times it doesn't seem so bad
We always used to say with him dead
There'll be no one in our way
Remember the time he caught us in your room
Your hands were down my underwear
And your tig ol' bitties glistening in the air
With the zip of my pants well i headed for the door
And with the swing of his fist you were laid out on the floor
And involuntary self defense call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
Involuntary self defense call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
Running all the way home
Scared just like a chump
I turned up the judas priest so i could get my gangsta groove on
And the baseball bat called to me
Like a drug breaking the law
Breaking the law
I'm gonna kill your mother's fucker with a louisville slugger