Cage – Stripes

Beer cans and cigarette butts cover the floor day
Half gone he sleeps scared pregnant teen in the doorway
Watching him sleep clutchin' her belly little feet kick
To send the teen back to the toilet spent her last week SICK
When little Billy feed her ground up Jesus powder
Woulda beat her louder if it woulda pushed the fetus out her
Father in the making crooked M.P. forsaken
The military cop that sells H to bring his cake in
She shaking praying her labor kicks in before
The doors kicked in for them brown bricks in the floor
I mean, she could tell you exactly how the gutter taste
Father to her kid in custody right when her water breaks
Snitched on his compadres for a few more runs
And the irony in giving a stuffed rat to his newborn son
Dishonorably discharged no jail time in court
Told to pack his family up and go the fuck back to New York

Fuck Bill Murray not the actor the dead beat dad that smacked
Then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall she can hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall she still hear death singing in her

She's scared to leave him convinced somehow she really needs him
Back in New York her prison of pain and Billy's freedom
Holdin' her baby he'd say crazy shit to break her
When she fell asleep he'd escape her wits end and wouldn't wake her
He'd sneak out she wallow in it role model to shit
That put his Christian scientist father in debt
Gave him his first stroke he refused his medication
'Cause it went against his religion he'd rather his lord take him
Through stroke number two and start withering his flesh
Then lay the emaciated world war two veteran to rest
Left his family debt turmoil and wreckage
And his grandson to scatter his ash over the U.S. Intrepid
Then little Billy plummets to his knees still numb from it
Held his kid by the arm with a shotgun to his stomach
When threats to destroy what he created get tucked away
When he looks in his son's face to see he might grow up to say

Fuck Bill Murray not the actor the dead beat dad that smacked
Then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall she can hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall she still hear death singing in her

Needle thru the skin again inject the rust and cinnamon
Pull off the tourniquet load up the shot gun and sentence them
He knows that there's a bed in hell waitin' for him
But he ain't been sane since he started huffin' chloroform
With his shit decorum he lets off shots the neighbors say shooters
Into the phone to Middletown police and state troopers
While every family member on the premises runs from death
Greeted by dozens of officers with guns and vests
His suicide by cop sweater on get low
Is told to the crowd watching him shoot thru the window
His son clutched in his mother's arms unaware it's the end
They bring him out in handcuffs but never to be seen again

Fuck Bill Murray not the actor the dead beat dad that smacked
Then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall she can hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall she still hear death singing in her

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