figuring stuff out

figuring stuff out
i laid a hand
learned from daddy
the family brand
forced her down
she couldnt move
fought back
both bound to lose
mysoginist past
horrible parent
mother locked away
she'd speak but daren't
suddenly its sour
i dont feel right
the touch's strange
after that fight
wonder whats wrong
was that kid right
writing this song
a drunken sight
death threats
and telling the future
how could i have guessed
he had it pegged to the suture
now i feel terrible
i raised a hand
forced her down
terrible man
things are wrong
so i write this song
try to get along
bang the gong
music surrounds
breeze blows
sent myself to the pound
chain gang working in rows
commit the crime
do your time
at least
thats my rhyme
we'll fix this
move on
be much better
and sing this song