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