| «This here is the story of an unfortunate piece of shit | 
| By the name of Shugston Brooks | 
| Born 1959, died 2004 | 
| Over some bullshit he heard from a friend» | 
| I’ve lived the good life, though I’ve beat my wife for years | 
| She don’t listen to the man, I simply bring her to tears | 
| See I believe in keeping order, in front of my daughters | 
| And their little brother, shit I put the boots to they mother | 
| After I calm down, I might apologize | 
| Put some ice on her eyes and we think up some lies | 
| To tell the rest, cover up the bruise on her breast | 
| Then she do me up a plate of hot food on my chest, yes | 
| Often my drinkin', leads me to overthinkin' | 
| Screaming in her face, breath liquorly stinkin' | 
| This time though, I beat her ass something ferocious | 
| A friend told me something left me feeling explosive | 
| He said he thought he’d seen her at Bennigan’s with another | 
| She cried, «I told you three times, I had lunch with my brother!» | 
| I wasn’t sure, plus I’m buzzing, so I dealt a skull fracture | 
| And for the first time she called the police, I got captured! | 
| «I don’t believe it, she actually called the cops | 
| I got booked, sentenced, all of that | 
| After fifteen years of our love, she called 'em | 
| She’s going down for this, she’s going down hard!» | 
| A thirty day bid ruined my life up in the pen' | 
| I got fired, plus I have to face my family and friends | 
| Where to begin, I met a thug in jail named Ben | 
| And for just under a grand, he put a gun in my hand | 
| Thunk up a plan, she will definitely die for doin' this | 
| My whole family betrayed me, how could they ruin this? | 
| I can’t live with the shame, all the pain of 'how could he?' | 
| I’m thinking murder suicide, take us both out bloody | 
| They freed me and I fleed for her job up town | 
| Tried to shoot through the glass, they seen me and screamed «Get down!» | 
| She got away but I tried, now it’s time for me to end | 
| Ran about a block, cocked it, put it under my chin | 
| I sqozed it, neck frozen, stiff, click, damn! | 
| My nine gun, brand new but the shit got jammed | 
| Pandemonium, desperate sweat sting in my eyes | 
| All because I heard somebody singing me lies, I said I… | 
| I heard it from a friend… | 
| «Damn, I wish I never heard that man | 
| I tried to kill her and then I tried to kill myself | 
| I failed at both! | 
| Now I’m stuck out here on the streets with this gun | 
| People tripping out, I’m tripping out» | 
| There’s a mad gunman in the city, big news spreads quick | 
| People step aside, they see it in my eyeballs, I’m sick | 
| I heard a cops' radio, spun around to react | 
| Looking at him like, «I'll blow your fucking guts out your back, Jack! | 
| Back off me!» | 
| Set down his coffee with ease | 
| And slowly pulled his weapon out and calmly asked me to freeze | 
| We stand off, I back around the corner, I’m bookin' | 
| Within seconds the perimeter heated up and it’s cookin' | 
| I’m not an athlete, on top of that I got bad feet | 
| So I snatched up a hostage in a sitting mad suite | 
| Kissed her soft young face, pressed the gat to her cheek | 
| Whispered in her ear, «I'm sorry dear, I’m having a bad week!» | 
| Forty-five long minutes passed, nerves was tweakin' | 
| The negotiator pleaded, no I wasn’t speakin' | 
| They finally ordered the marksman, carry through with the solution | 
| It all started with some verbal pollution, because I… | 
| Heard it from a friend who-o-o | 
| Heard it from a friend who-o-o | 
| Heard it from another he’d been messing around | 
| (A friend told me something left me feeling explosive) | 
| Don’t always believe what you hear | 
| People love to tell you bad news | 
| They love it! |