A song to soothe you son of mine, your broken bones heal in due time.
Another day in silent suffering, such a bitter pill.
We're the sons and daughters daddy hates too much to kill
STAY HOME (x3)
Revenge is mine saithe the lord
And you only hit me when your bored.
Story books and happy endings, bite your lip in fear.
Pray the next blow kills you so you wont have to be here. . .
STAY HOME (x3)
You said, son, I didnt mean it
Theres something wicked on the inside living in me. . .
She said son, he didnt mean it
Theres something evil on the inside.
Stay home...