My father kept a shotgun underneath the double bed
It stayed there for many years after he was dead
One night I took that shotgun when my mother was asleep
In the darkness I stood over her as the thought came over me
I'm sorry that I hated you that's because you couldn't see
I tried to be a good son but you beat it out of me
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger everyday
I say what didn't kill you was the night I walked away
I have a conscience and your lucky that I do
That is something that I learnt but I didn't learn shit from you
My nails I've painted black to remind me everyday
The shotgun in my hand that night and when I walked away
My brother was entitled he kept that shotgun too
I was a combat solder I don't need that gun from you
Believe you were right I'll keep knowing you were wrong
They say what doesn't kill can be written in a song
My father kept a shotgun underneath the double bed
One night I took that shotgun and I aimed it at your head
My nails are painted black to remind me everyday of
That shotgun in my hand that night and when I walked away