(Terri)
When he`s not home
Means we move around as we please
But when he gets home the blood that`s in my head will
freeze
A big bottle`s empty
Another one is still full
And when that`s all gone someone`s sure to get it
in the end
And when he`s home he`s home it`s not a home
It`s just a madhouse anyway
It`s two o`clock
Mom says we can stay home again
But at six o`clock we`d rather be at school
again
A hand looms higher
Than a little face, it`s `cause
He knows this child wishes he wasn`t here
today
