i pretend it didn't hurt menni go out in the yardnni get a .44 out the backseatnni let the door swing softnnnni walk on eggshellsnni pretend to know the word stopnnoh i hope your mother hearsnnyour mouth and the gun going offnnnnoh oh oh god nnis it a lotnnto ask, to protect your ownnnnnoh lord i must admitnnwhen you come and get your shitnnit'll all be gonennnnis it the red on your shirtnnthat's tearing you up?nnor is it that look in your eyesnnbecause i can't get enoughnnnnyou were lying with the dogsnnnow you're buried with the bonesnnwho knew hell would be this emptynnwho knew it'd feel this much like homennnnoh oh oh god nnis it a lotnnto ask, to protect your ownnnnnoh lord i must admitnnwhen you come and get your shitnnit'll all be gonennnnoh oh godnnis it a lotnnnnoh oh lordnnyou're all i've gotnnnnyou're all that i've got