You'll raise the daughter and she'll raise the son
You'll live like two people that wish they were one
Now she may not be perfect
But, oh my friend, neither are youYou feel like you're waiting for somebody to
Remind you of all the things that you're supposed to do
Careful what you reach for
One more step and you're falling throughYour family's a joke and your job is your life
The time spent without them is time spent most every night
Get your house in order
'Cause it's gonna be a bumpy rideYou can't stop
You can't stop the killer
You can't stop
You can't stop the killerI work my hands right down to the bone
Still you don't give me what I want
You are so ungrateful
We're more like a house than a home, ohPlease, dear, understand
I'm sorry again for all that I said
But how could you leave?
I swear that I'll be a better manSo 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 GodIn a certain place I've kept my outs
One for us both, two for my doubts
I'm shaking, I'm hollow becauseI know how to get this done
So I will be the only one to follow
To follow through with thisIn a certain place I've kept my outs
One for us both, two for my doubts
I'm shaking, I'm hollow becauseI know how to get this done
So I will be the only one to follow
To follow through with thisYou kneel beside her at the foot of the grave
Your daughter is crying and you say she's in a better place
She was never perfect
Oh, my friend, neither were you
Songwriters
David Gilbert Powell;Bryan Devin Shelton;Matthew Carter;Toby James Morrell;Joshua Dathan HeadPublished by
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