F.A.S.D.

He sang a song about a boy he said he'd like to kill
Twisted kin that lives within a head that's never still
He doesn't know when he'll come out or what he'll do or say
It's anytime it's anything but maybe not today

The Whiskey that his Mother drank
Was with him in the Womb
It ended up inside his head
And started to consume

But Momma had a story too of broken trust and hate
Familiar hands had tortured her and left her to her fate
She found the Beast she drank its love and Whiskey was its name
Or sweet Red Wine or turpentine to her it's all the same
To her it's all the same

And most of us don't understand
How this could even be
We live our lives oblivious
Or just refuse to see

She had her baby boy and then she faded into black
And there he was beside himself there weren't no turnin' back
He carved a path a mournful wake of broken lives and dreams
And then he laid his friend to rest and no one heard the screams
No one heard the screams

The Whisky that his Momma drank
Was with him in the Womb
It ended up inside his head
There wasn't any room