[Verse 1]
I can barely make out
A little light from the house on the cul-de-sac
Bedroom upstairs
It's a family affair

[Verse 2]
I've watched you in class
Your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered up
Head to your toe
So nobody will notice you

[Chorus 1]
I might not be a man yet
But that bastard will never be
So I'm cleaning my Weatherby
And I sight in my scope
And I hope against hope
I hope against hope

[Verse 3]
Your mother seems nice
I don't understand why she won't say anything
As if she can't see
Who he turned out to be
[Chorus 2]
And I might not be a man yet
But your father will nеver be
So I load up my Weathеrby
And I let out my breath
And I couple with death
I couple with death

[Verse 4]
Saw your father last night
And in the window the light made a silhouette
Saw him hold you that way
He won't hold you that way anymore, Yvette