A song to soothe you son of mine,
your broken bones heal in due time
another day in silent suffering,
such a bitter pill
we're the sons and daughters
daddy hates too much to kill
Stay home (x3)
Revenge is mine sayith the lord
and you only hit me when your bored
story books and happy endings,
bite your lip in fear
pray the next blow kills you
so you wont have to be here...
Stay home (x3)
You said, "son, i didnt mean it
theres something wicked on the inside living in me... "
She said, "son, he didnt mean it
theres something evil on the inside"
Stay home...