A Rope a Bar of Soap a Needle and the Holy Bible
I can see it now if I close my eyes and focus really hard
There are staples in my head, there are stitches down my arm
But my brothers and I are gonna find the guys who called our mom a whore
I am eight years old again, but I'm not eight years old anymore
And my sister's new boyfriend
Is gonna teach me how to drive
He's got tattoos that he carved in scars
On his body with a knife
She says if things are going good
He'll do her name across his chest
I wanna ask him what the Latin
On his right bicep says
And I hate school I'm gonna drop out
And be nomadic like my dad
I hate school I'm gonna drop out
And be nomadic like my dad
She sits me on her knee
And she tells me about hell
Though something in her voice implies
I will find out for myself
But I know something about the devil
I have seen his ugly face
And he hangs out in my basement
With my big brothers lifting weights
And she hands me a rope
A bar of soap and a needle
A copy of the holy bible
She says the choice is my own
And she's trying not to smile
And I can see it now if I focus really hard
Me and my siblings and my friends in the backyard
Armed with bats and rocks, we're gonna find the guys who called our mom a whore
I am eight years old again, but I'm not eight years old anymore
And I hate school I'm gonna drop out
And be nomadic like my dad
I hate school I'm gonna drop out
And be nomadic like my dad
And she says I will most likely be
An addict like my dad
She says I will most likely be
An addict like my dad
There are staples in my head, there are stitches down my arm
But my brothers and I are gonna find the guys who called our mom a whore
I am eight years old again, but I'm not eight years old anymore
And my sister's new boyfriend
Is gonna teach me how to drive
He's got tattoos that he carved in scars
On his body with a knife
She says if things are going good
He'll do her name across his chest
I wanna ask him what the Latin
On his right bicep says
And I hate school I'm gonna drop out
And be nomadic like my dad
I hate school I'm gonna drop out
And be nomadic like my dad
She sits me on her knee
And she tells me about hell
Though something in her voice implies
I will find out for myself
But I know something about the devil
I have seen his ugly face
And he hangs out in my basement
With my big brothers lifting weights
And she hands me a rope
A bar of soap and a needle
A copy of the holy bible
She says the choice is my own
And she's trying not to smile
And I can see it now if I focus really hard
Me and my siblings and my friends in the backyard
Armed with bats and rocks, we're gonna find the guys who called our mom a whore
I am eight years old again, but I'm not eight years old anymore
And I hate school I'm gonna drop out
And be nomadic like my dad
I hate school I'm gonna drop out
And be nomadic like my dad
And she says I will most likely be
An addict like my dad
She says I will most likely be
An addict like my dad
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Writer(s): E Ritter
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