old man
receives guilt trip
succumbs
Over there a hazy shape is making my flesh creep
A pound of darkness that appears from the deep
In the next room my young children are asleep
The shadow seems a stinky weirdo, it begins to flip
A case of a boozy husband and it's his guilt trip.
When they do not get their own way,
They'll throw up the past of yesterday,
The guilt trip of the abortion sway.
When they do not get their own way,
They'll throw up the past of yesterday,
The guilt trip of the abortion sway.