When the sleet smacks you in the face
And you've fallen down in his backyard
A stiff cold breeze blows right up our ass
You clutch at snow as if it were his eyes
You want to scream All you do it spit
The neighbors are staring, they're calling the cops
So you crawl back to who's pouring the shots
We've got some civility, after all!
Apologies are made for the wrongs
You take the blame for
Now clean up this mess and show them what you're made for
Spike heeled shuffle across the linoleum tile
Fall over, stumble - you're a black-toothed joke
He puts you through the wall, again
And dopes you up to take you out
So you don't see the ones he's balled behind you
You're an ignorant drunk and he's there to remind you
But you're wearing his ring wrapped around your yellow finger
And for now that seems to be enough to tide you over
But when he throws his fits of rage, you'd better run for cover
He's your deathbed in the waiting, your conscience and your lover
One day you'll be his bride Be it a blessing or a curse
You'll kneel there by his side For better or for
Your son will never call him "daddy"
Like the broads he's had on the sly
He's been through many before you
And lost them all, oh, how he's "tried"
You're his whore, beer rag, punching bag
For all to see abused
But you keep coming back for more
For the glorious feeling of being used