Dead in the eyes - dead in the sheets
Death can’t deny - death can’t be beat

Follow me to hope - follow me to home
Get the straight dope - get it on your own

I’ll show where the lying man rests his head at night
Down the hallway through the door he’ll make you feel alright

If only you knew where he was or how to get to him
You’d see him every god damn day to get your fix right in

...I don’t know what to take away
...Good, bad, or just plain horrible
...Always there to be a man
...Twenty-four hours of the day

He first left school at just sixteen to work at the record store
Drank and smoked and blew and shot most nights on the bathroom floor

Got married to this little girl just four years less his age
Realized he had a child waking from a two year haze

...I don’t know what to take away
...Good, bad, or just plain horrible
...Always there to be a man
...Twenty-four hours of the day

Now with wife and child and bills he turned to what he knew well
Filling pipes and arms and brains he’s surely going to hell
His lady left just him and her he did whatever he could
Regretting that which always was a big should
I’ll show you where the trying man lays his kid at night
Down the hallway up the stairs he makes her feel alright
If only you knew how hard he tried to get her to love him
You’d not say shit on what he does to get his money in