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