Broke House

Praying God is in the house, a house consumed by fiction
A rough hand in her blouse, abused by his addiction
His mouth is full of lies, her life is helter-skelter
There is no compromise, there is no path to shelter

Living in a broke house, everything is busted
Dagger-and-cloak house where nobody's trusted
Shadow and smoke house, all the locks are rusted
Living in a broke house (living in a broke house)

Yeah, he was kind at first, refuge from her crazy father
Now she can't tell what's worse, ravaged wife or ravaged daughter
Through the smokescreen of lies, he comes intoxicated
Force himself between her thighs, he leaves her lost and naked

Living in a broke house, everything is busted
Dagger-and-cloak house where nobody's trusted
Shadow and a smokehouse, all the locks are rusted
Living in a broke house (living in a broke house)

It comes in from the South, she sees it in his eyes
One hand across her mouth, neighbors won't hear her cries
This house becomes a cage, there is no compromise
When his lust and anger rage, she is the sacrifice

Living in a broke house, everything is busted
Dagger-and-cloak house where nobody's trusted
Shadow and smokehouse, all the locks are rusted
Living in a broke house (living in a broke house)

Living in a broke house, she'd like to burn it down
A sea of flames and smoke house, and tell the whole damn town
It's an inside joke house, where she never gets the joke
Living in a broke house (living in a broke house)