| Father comes home 'cos his money’s run out —
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| seems a little loose tonight, he starts to shout.
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| Dinner’s not on the table, seems mother’s not able,
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| she’s staring at the TV.
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| You can smell it on his breath, feel it in his touch,
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| he never meant to hit her hard, but he’s like that when he’s had too much.
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| It’s just another story 'bout going too far,
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| it’s just another story 'bout going too far.
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| Well the kid’s at school, she’s getting good grades,
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| but the peer pressure’s starting now — too bad, she had it made.
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| Seems there’s always someone trying to push you to do something, you know,
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| ain’t the way they told you to —
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| it’s hard to see
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| the things you taught her, how to be, it’s like you told her nothing,
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| selective memory.
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| Come on try it, it’s just a smoke, ain’t gonna kill you, so she takes a toke —
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| fade to grey.
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| It’s just another story 'bout going too far,
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| it’s just another story 'bout going too far.
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| Well the guys at work seemed OK, they’d buy you a drink, get you laid,
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| what’s wrong with that?
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| Why’d they have more money than you, expensive cars, expensive clothes,
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| d’you ever think of what they do?
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| At night they’re out, shakin’people down, when they’re walking together seems
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| they own the town.
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| But hey, who’s gonna talk, you are their alibi, don’t turn around,
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| don’t ask questions, just walk —
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| It’s just another story 'bout going too far,
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| it’s just another story 'bout going too far. |