You'll raise the daughter and she'll raise the son
You'll live like two people that wish they were one
She may not be perfect,
but oh my friend neither are you
You feel like you're waiting for somebody
to remind you of all the things
that you're supposed to do
Careful what you reach for, one more step and you're falling through

Your family's a joke and your job is your life
The time spent without them
is time spent most every night
Get your house in order
'cause it's gonna be a bump ride

(You can't stop the killer)

I work my hands right down to the bone
still you don't give me what I want
You are so ungrateful,
we're more like a house than a home
Please dear understand,
I'm sorry again for all that I said
How could you leave?
I swear that I'll be a better man
Well, go ahead and run, run, run
from the man with the gun in his hand
Darling I would shoot you before I would ever
let you leave
Oh, dear God

In a certain place I've kept my outs,
one for us both, two for my doubts,
I'm shaking
I'm hollow because I know how to get this done
so I will be the only to follow,
to follow through with this

You kneel beside her at the foot of the grave
Your daughter is crying
and you say she's in a better place
She was never perfect,
oh, my friend, neither were you