The baby cries during the night
Just to wake you up
Your daughter in the bedroom
Cuts her self for luck

You have a lover you hate
It’s just abuse and pain
Since daddy ran off
Things haven’t been the same

It’s a bottle of red
That puts you to sleep each night
Have you spoken to your son?
Since you both had that fight.

You want to escape this world
And I have the thing to help
Something to save your soul
The thing to ruin your health

Mary Jane, Cocaine maybe even a little ice
Another thing to follow,
Take your daughter’s advice.

Start at the wrist, end at the elbow
Just one last deep slice

Take one last glimpse at it all
See how heaven feels nice?

The baby will stop crying
He can’t wake you up
Look children, see how mummy fucked up?