Young kids in Catholic schools. Elderly parents living under your roof. You pay the bills and you pay the price. You don't back down and you won't play nice.
The bed was still warm where I slept. From these hours I wish to forget. With the night still fresh on my breath. I awoke to the grim face of death. .
Now hear me all you victims. Come listen, gather around. For now we'll tell the story of four brothers in the ground. One died from the bottle though he wouldn't harm a fly.
Anxious nights give way to daylight. She don't cry and she don't complain. To honor, cherish, protect and keep you. She took your problems and took your name.