I learned to hate the smell of dark whiskey 'Cause all it does is open up old memories And I learned to pray but not for my sins Usually when Mama was crying
And I learned to hate the crackling of that brown sack When Daddy pulled out that purple velvet bag I knew that what it held inside was Hell on ice
In that three-bedroom house that wasn't a home He ruled with his iron fist from his lazyboy throne We walked on eggshells when he was around The king and his crown
My sister married young just to get away Mama let me borrow her old suitcase And I hit the steering wheel and I cried As mama walked back inside
Of that three-bedroom house that wasn't a home He ruled with his iron fist from his lazyboy throne We walked on eggshells when he was around The king and his crown
Well, mama finally made her escape Yeah, it's a struggle but worth the change There's a lot about our lives that people don't know So many scars that we don't show
In that three bedroom house that wasn't a home He ruled with his iron fist from his lazyboy throne And we walked on eggshells when he was around He sits by himself in silence now And sips his crown The king and his crownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
