Don't know why I feel so low,
Daddy worked his fingers to the bone,
He'll fill your chest with hairs your brain with dreams of millionaires just
To break your back and stir your phone,
So don't, go home,
Till you've made it on your own
Grandad tore right through the skies,
Bullet right between his eyes,
Times have changed but games of bullets sprayed stay in his place with,
Fury in my brothers eyes,
And it's bright, so bright,
Man it really hurts my eyes
Ouch

Don't want them to turn out the light,
Don't want to hear the family fight,
It's getting late they've all got bills to pay why can't it wait,
Tell me everything's alright