Watershed
She washed the blood
Between her fingers and her hair
And had a drink to calm her nerves
That hurt so bad she didn't care
That motherfucker earned it
When he finally beat the kids
And there's no way
That she could make him pay
Except for what she did
'Cause her memories of that curling iron
And bruises on her thighs
Plotting every waking moment
Just to try and stay alive
Now that piece of shit is rotting
At the bottom of the river
And she hopes that Jesus
Finds the time to try and
Grant forgiveness
She chopped him into pieces
Fit some bags with weights and lines
Then she dropped him in the current
Under moonlight late one night
But then two severed feet
And fifteen teeth
Were found around the way
Now she's serving life
Without parole until her final day
'Cause her memories of that curling iron
And bruises on her thighs
Plotting every waking moment
Just to try and stay alive
Now that piece of shit is rotting
At the bottom of the river
And she hopes that Jesus
Finds the time to try and
Grant forgiveness
Her children never understood
The way she saved their lives
As they shuffled through the foster homes
Abandoned in their minds
But the thought of that old monster
As a father made her sick
That's why she chopped him into pieces
And she dropped him in the crick
'Cause her memories of that curling iron
And bruises on her thighs
Plotting every waking moment
Just to try and stay alive
Now that piece of shit is rotting
At the bottom of the river
And she hopes that Jesus
Finds the time to try and
Grant forgiveness
Between her fingers and her hair
And had a drink to calm her nerves
That hurt so bad she didn't care
That motherfucker earned it
When he finally beat the kids
And there's no way
That she could make him pay
Except for what she did
'Cause her memories of that curling iron
And bruises on her thighs
Plotting every waking moment
Just to try and stay alive
Now that piece of shit is rotting
At the bottom of the river
And she hopes that Jesus
Finds the time to try and
Grant forgiveness
She chopped him into pieces
Fit some bags with weights and lines
Then she dropped him in the current
Under moonlight late one night
But then two severed feet
And fifteen teeth
Were found around the way
Now she's serving life
Without parole until her final day
'Cause her memories of that curling iron
And bruises on her thighs
Plotting every waking moment
Just to try and stay alive
Now that piece of shit is rotting
At the bottom of the river
And she hopes that Jesus
Finds the time to try and
Grant forgiveness
Her children never understood
The way she saved their lives
As they shuffled through the foster homes
Abandoned in their minds
But the thought of that old monster
As a father made her sick
That's why she chopped him into pieces
And she dropped him in the crick
'Cause her memories of that curling iron
And bruises on her thighs
Plotting every waking moment
Just to try and stay alive
Now that piece of shit is rotting
At the bottom of the river
And she hopes that Jesus
Finds the time to try and
Grant forgiveness
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Writer(s): Dave Labedz
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