Cage - Stripes lyrics

Beer cans and cigarette butts
Cover the floor day half gone
He sleeps scared pregnant teen in the doorway
Watching him sleep clutchin' her belly
Little feet kick
To send the teen back to the toilet
Spent her last week sick
When little Billy feed her
Ground up Jesus powder
Would've beat her louder if it would've
Pushed the fetus out of her
Father in the making, crooked MP forsaken
The military cop that sells H
To bring his cake in she shaking
Praying her labor kicks in before
The doors kicked in for them
Brown bricks on the floor i mean
She could tell you exactly
How the gutter taste
Father to her kid in custody
Right when her water breaks
Snitched on his compadres for a few more runs
And the irony in giving a stuffed
Rat to his newborn son
Dishonorably discharged
No jail time in court
Told to pack his family up and go
The fuck back to New York

Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor
The deadbeat dad that smacked her
Then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent
Her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall
She can hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall
She still head death singing in her

She's scared to leave him
Convinced somehow she really needs him
Back in New York her prison
Of pain and Billy's freedom
Holdin' her baby
He'd say crazy shit to break her
When she fell asleep
He'd escape her wit's end
And wouldn't wake her
He'd sneak out to wallow in
It role model to shit
That put his Christian scientist
Father in debt gave him his first stroke
He refused his medication
Cause it went against his religion
He'd rather his lord take him
Through stroke number two and
Start withering his flesh
Then lay the emaciated world war
Two veteran to rest
Left his family debt turmoil and wreckage
And his grandson to scatter his
Ash over the US intrepid
Then little Billy plummets to his knees
Still numb from it
Held his kid by the arm with
A shotgun to his stomach
When threats to destroy what he
Created get tucked away
When he looks in his son's face to
See he might grow up to say

Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor
The deadbeat dad that smacked her
Then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent
Her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall
She can hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall
She still head death singing in her

Needle through the skin again
Inject the rust and cinnamon
Pull off the tourniquet
Load up the shotgun and sentence him
He knows that there's a bed
In hell waitin for him
But he ain't been sane since
He started huffin chloroform
With his shit decorum, he lets off shots
The neighbors say shooters
Into the phone to Middletown
Police and state troopers
While every family member on the
Premises runs from death
Greeted by dozens of officers
With guns and vests
His suicide by cop sweater on get low
Is told to the crowd watching
Him shoot thru the window
His son clutched in his mother's arms
Unaware it's the end
They bring him out in handcuffs but
Never to be seen again

Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor
The deadbeat dad that smacked her
Then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent
Her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall
She can hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall
She still head death singing in her