my mother's mother lives alonenher husband left her years agonran off with some girl half her agenleft her with six young kids to raiseni saw him once before he diednhe nearly drank himself to deathnhe called me over to his sidenand whispered, running out of breathnand my grandfather said,nnyeah before you get innbe sure to have a way outnyeah before you get innbe sure to way out, be sure to have a way outnnmy mother's father died alonenonly a nurse heard his last wordsn'son, you have my blood in your ownnand one day all this will be yoursni rubbed my forehead as you sleptnsaw granddad smiling from hellni moved my arms so we wouldn't touchnand whispered quietly to myselfn'history repeats'nnif you're gonna get innbe sure to have a waynif you're gonna get innbe sure to know your ways outnyou gotta have a way outnyou gotta have a way outnyou gotta have a way outnnyou can't complain about the hand you were dealtnno, the cards were real good if you had played 'em wellnyou coulda taken the house if you bet enoughnbut you folded real early and they won with the bluffnyour soul resigned at such a young agento spittin' out smoke and suckin' down whiskeynand your grandfather died of the exact same thingnbut something's gotta kill you, might as well be the drinknsomething's gotta kill you, might as well be the drinknsomething's gotta kill you, might as well be the drinknsomething's gotta kill yannnow you found some bar where you can hide in the lightnand you found some young stranger to you lied all nightnsayin' my cards were real good, i wish i played 'em rightnand i swear to god i loved her, just not enough to fightndon't exchange names with who you were withnshe called you fallen angel, but that don't quite fitncause you've always been a devil at heartnand you can't lose everything if you ain't got shit to startnand you can't lose everything if you ain't got shit to startnno, you can't lose everything if you ain't got shit to startnyou can't lose everything if you ain't got shit to startnnnow the booze in your blood starts talkin' sensenyou see a noose hangin' from your family tree's lowest branchnyou say, 'granddad i don't know where you are now,nbut pops, if you can hear me, i found a way out.'nit's half past two, you're hangin' by your beltnswingin' in the closet of an empty housenyou wrote a note that read, 'god wouldn't send me to hellnif he won't do his dirty work, then i'll just do it myselfnhe wants to keep his hands clean so i'll just do it myselfnno, he aint got the guts, so i'll do it myselfnyou want something done right, you gotta do it yourself'nnif you wanna get in, you'd better have a way outnif you wanna get in, you'd better have a way outnif you wanna get in, you'd better have a way outnif you wanna get in, you'd better have a way outnyou'd better have a way outnngood god, I caught ya smilin' at satannand he just laughed in your face when you asked him to changenyou remember back when he was a saint andnnow you just can't believe, he wouldn't do this to mengood god, there was no point in tryin'nhe'd never clean up his act, but you still had to askncould i ask where you were during my life?ni'm sure i deserved hell, but i coulda used some help.nn