In the corners of the drywall, flames blacken a growing stain.
While the floor is aging with and increasing groan.
I can’t believe it hasn’t burnt down
After all the fires in the hall.
Seek shelter underground
Head down to the basement.
Have at it, drunk man – rage at your wife.
My older sister holds all of us tight.
Have at it, drunk man – rage at your wife
Not every father can get it right.
Not every father can get it right