You'll raise the daughter and she'll raise the son.nYou'll live like two people that wish they were one.nShe may not be perfect,nbut oh my friend neither are you.nnYou feel like you're waiting for somebody,nto remind you of all the things,nthat you're supposed to do.nCareful what you reach for, none more step and you're falling through.nnYour family's a joke and your job is your life.nThe time spent without them,nis time spent most every night.nGet your house in order,n'cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride.nn(You can't stop the killer.)nnI work my hands right down to the bone,nstill you don't give me what I want.nYou are so ungrateful,nwe're more like a house than a home.nPlease dear understand,nI'm sorry again for all that I said.nHow could you leave?nI swear that I'll be a better man.nWell, go ahead and run, run, run,nfrom the man with the gun in his hand. nDarling I would shoot you before I would evernlet you leave.nOh, dear God.nnIn a certain place I've kept my outs,none for us both, two for my doubts,nI'm shaking.nI'm hollow because I know how to get this donenso I will be the only to follow,nto follow through with this.nnYou kneel beside her at the foot of the grave.nYour daughter is crying,nand you say she's in a better place.nShe was never perfect,noh, my friend, neither were you.