If you're looking for a reason to freeze to death
Mannie can you feel that it's your father's breath
If you're scared as shit to talk about your family truths
Just know that I believe, and I always will believe
In you
If you lay another hand on your son, sir
I swear to god, I'm gonna waste you
You can holler, you can cry, sober up, apologize
But still, what good are you?
If I don't give a fuck about the ties that bind
A father to his son
If he's just some dead weight, deadbeat drunk
Well I can show you all the things he's gonna steal then sell
And still you hold him to your ear just like a paper shell
Oh, I can take you on a tour of my old neighborhood
Here it is, the bathtub where you'll find the love of your life
Choking up his own blood
Well, a junkie's got a fire that is burning hotter than the brightest star
And if he don't put it out himself
It's the needles, it's the spoons, it's the little white balloons
I wish I didn't give a fuck about the ties that bind us
The blood, the guts, even little paper cuts
These are the ones we love
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