Raging Bull
I got to our porch,
when I dropped the sack...
I knew he'd lost control
when the bullets in his eyes,
went off in my back..
he dragged me..
into our house,
and there he beat me up..
saying he had a reason,
but couldn't tell me what..
I hung my head,
and crawled away..
they weren't gonna find
me dead today...
they'd put him away,
if they could see...
the disgrace
of cuts and bruises,
I wear on my face...
falling down,
to bended knee..
screaming for my skull..
kicked and whipped,
shaking and aching,
I live with a raging bull...
when I dropped the sack...
I knew he'd lost control
when the bullets in his eyes,
went off in my back..
he dragged me..
into our house,
and there he beat me up..
saying he had a reason,
but couldn't tell me what..
I hung my head,
and crawled away..
they weren't gonna find
me dead today...
they'd put him away,
if they could see...
the disgrace
of cuts and bruises,
I wear on my face...
falling down,
to bended knee..
screaming for my skull..
kicked and whipped,
shaking and aching,
I live with a raging bull...
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