| He awoke in a cold sweat to those old sounds of heartbreak
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| His brother at his side screaming «This isn’t your fight»
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| But that rush took over his head and he came to his mother’s side
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| And he found himself alone with that devil rambling
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| «Oh, well the money’s all gone
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| And she can’t pay the rent with that needle in her arm»
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| He clenched his fists «What did she ever do to you
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| But raise us by herself when you were too drunk to come through?»
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| He took a swing, «That's some nerve you got kid»
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| «Yeah, well they’ll put that on your tombstone as the last thing that you said
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| I never wanted to kill a man like I want to kill you, man»
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| And the years of pain boiled over
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| Trading blows across the counter
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| And when that devil was down
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| He grabbed for his empty old friend Jack
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| He caught his eye as he took his last breath
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| And that vice went to his head again and again
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| And again and again and again and again and again
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| «Dear God, what have you done?» |
| cried out his mother
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| «That devil drunk was no father
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| Another name on a list for unpaid bookies and gambling debts»
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| That spiteful stare of his brother
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| «I ain’t no forgiver forgetter
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| I’ll make you pay for this, when you least expect it»
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| He washed the blood from his hands
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| Kissed his mother and stepped into cold night air |