Lyrics

[Verse 1] I can barely make out A little light from the house on the cul-de-sac Bedroom upstairs It's a family affair [Verse 2] I've watched you in class Your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered up Head to your toe So nobody will notice you [Chorus 1] I might not be a man yet But that bastard will never be So I'm cleaning my Weatherby And I sight in my scope And I hope against hope I hope against hope [Verse 3] Your mother seems nice I don't understand why she won't say anything As if she can't see Who he turned out to be [Chorus 2] And I might not be a man yet But your father will nеver be So I load up my Weathеrby And I let out my breath And I couple with death I couple with death [Verse 4] Saw your father last night And in the window the light made a silhouette Saw him hold you that way He won't hold you that way anymore, Yvette