Straight From The Jacket

So sorry son, you're worrying your mother

No explanation's gonna make it seem all right

Young boy, listen to your father

It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide

How does it feel?

When you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun

Tell me how it feels

Did you see your life flash right before your eyes?

Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor

Young boy, we're gonna send you to the lions

THe men all dressed in white, when you became undone

How does it feel when

I might have brought you up

But you are not my son

So many times

I tried to bring you up, you brought me down

I won't consider you again, stop looking at me like you care

I worked my fingers to the bone

I'm not your father or a friend

You might have lived here once, but this is not your home

Tell me how it fees

You don't mean much to me,

I didn't plant the seed

I'm not your father 'cause you didn't turn out right

Young boy, we're gonna feed you to the fire

It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

When you're looking down a barrel of a loaded gun...------------------------------------------------------------------------------