Hurt Someone
Knifeplay
4:50Take him out back Put him down slow Momma does the rosary Little brother digs the hole Papa is a preacher He won't hold a gun So the family called me over I guess I was the closest one Zip ties on his wrists and ankles Whiskey on his breath Finally he'll bleed the anger And sadness that he's kept He was already dyin' From things you can't outrun So the family called me over To kill their wasted son