Born into this world
the hands of a drunk
life wouldn't be easy
for this little punk.

First years are hard
they get harder everyday
the pain they infected
you can't take away.

First there was drinking
then the fussing set in
their fighting soon starts
lonely people broken hearts.

Words that they used
left me feeling confused
their fight soon ends
then mine will begin.

Angry with each other
will driven them insane
taken out their frustration
I get the pain.

Garden hose or belt
it doesn't really matter
beating is a beating
don't get any better.