I’d rather take my Daddy’s drunken fists
Then live a monotonous bull shit induced life.

I’ll drink the Devil’s blood and stumble around piss colored villages to accommodate such a task.
And my Daddy will pull my hair at the root and send me back to my fat girl days.

Well, I’ll push him through hoops and almanacs to get back to trying times.
So when he fishes through his cliché Polaroids he’ll see nothing but smoke adhered to my face
And giant stakes carved into my palms