wet pants

When I was eight
I wanted to escape
She said he's a drunk, a fool, he's not that cruel
Chin up baby, he's knocking on your door

When I was nine my mama said, we're fine
She held my head and turned the music up
Swept through the room, four cheeks in bloom
While he was banging on our door

Is this all you can take?
No I can take much more
I'll stay 'til I'll break, and I will wait for you
Now, come on mama
Don't open anymore

When I was ten
He was back again
House shaking, glass was breaking
My mama cried, he really tries, you know

And there were the years
You "fell down the stairs"
Hon, look away, look out it's a bright new day
Chin up, baby he's knocking on your door

Is this all you can take?
No I can take much more
I'll stay 'til I'll break, and I will wait for you
Now, come on mama
Don't open anymore

When I was a teen
I could barely sleep
I folded my hands, wet pants, got on my knees I tried to call
But no one answered me

When I was eighteen
I asked you, me or him
You turned away and told me to leave
I'll chin up, mother, but I'm walking through your door

Is this all you can take?
No I can take much more
I'll walk 'til I'll break, and I will wait for you
Now, come on mama
Don't open anymore