Youíll raise the daughter and sheíll raise the son.
Youíll live like two people that wish they were one.
She may not be perfect,
but oh my friend neither are you.
You feel like youíre waiting for somebody
to remind you of all the things
that youíre supposed to do.
Careful what you reach for, one more step
and youíre falling through
Your familyís a joke and your job is your life.
The time spent without them
is time spent most every night.
Get your house in order
Ďcause itís gonna be a bumpy ride.
(You canít stop the killer)
I work my hands right down to the bone
still you donít give me what I want.
You are so ungrateful,
weíre more like a house than a home.
Please dear understand,
Iím sorry again for all that I said.
How could you leave?
I swear that Iíll be a better man.
Well, go ahead and run, run, run
from the man with the gun in his hand.
Darling I would shoot you before I would ever
let you leave.
Oh, dear God.
In a certain place Iíve kept my outs,
one for us both, two for my doubts.
Iím hollow because I know how to get this done
so I will be the only to follow,
to follow through with this.
You kneel beside her at the foot of the grave.
Your daughter is crying
and you say sheís in a better place.
She was never perfect,
oh, my friend, neither were you.