Run, run, run
Keep on beatin' them down
What could make you so mad
to beat your own children black and blue?
Your time will come
The beat downs turn to you
you call yourself a man
your children black and blue once again,
black and blue once again
black and blue
Run, run, run,
why don't you walk away?
Abusive husbands
a childhood lost
betrayed
Run, run, run
The old man's drunk again
from the hand that feeds has turned into a fist
the nightmares are our memories
the broken homes and nose that bleed
Afraid to stay
nowhere to turn
domestic violence tragedies,
Run, run, run,
why don't you walk away?
Abusive husbands
a childhood lost
betrayed
Run, run, run,
why don't you walk away?
you need to make a choice
‘cause things will never change
I ask a mother
why don't you walk away?
Abusive husbands
childhood lost
betrayed
I ask a mother
why don't you walk away?
Abusive husbands
childhood lost
betrayed
The nightmares are our memories,
the broken homes and nose that bleed
afraid to stay
nowhere to turn
domestic violence tragedies
Run, run, run
Keep on beatin' them down
What could make you so mad
to beat your own children?
Keep on beatin' them down
What could make you so mad
to beat your own children black and blue?
Your time will come
The beat downs turn to you
you call yourself a man
your children black and blue once again,
black and blue once again
black and blue
Run, run, run,
why don't you walk away?
Abusive husbands
a childhood lost
betrayed
Run, run, run
The old man's drunk again
from the hand that feeds has turned into a fist
the nightmares are our memories
the broken homes and nose that bleed
Afraid to stay
nowhere to turn
domestic violence tragedies,
Run, run, run,
why don't you walk away?
Abusive husbands
a childhood lost
betrayed
Run, run, run,
why don't you walk away?
you need to make a choice
‘cause things will never change
I ask a mother
why don't you walk away?
Abusive husbands
childhood lost
betrayed
I ask a mother
why don't you walk away?
Abusive husbands
childhood lost
betrayed
The nightmares are our memories,
the broken homes and nose that bleed
afraid to stay
nowhere to turn
domestic violence tragedies
Run, run, run
Keep on beatin' them down
What could make you so mad
to beat your own children?
inviata da Bartleby - 6/3/2012 - 11:09
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