Each night she lays shivering, quivering here
Asking why she keeps forgiving him, and livin' in fear
At work she has a glistening, driven career
While at home with one swing of the fist it disappears, [X2]
She'd often think of different ways to get from under his noose grip
It's one thing to see a path but it's another to choose it
It's one thing to want to run but it's another to do it
It's one thing to buy a gun but it's another to use it;
But buy a gun she did and it made her feel good
She told herself if she really had to use it she would
The next night, drunk, at the end of her bed he stood
She said she'd take it no more and she prayed he understood
But he didn't take to kindly to being put in his place
She fled after the first blow and of course he gave chase
She sat, hunched, holding a gun praying she wasn't pursued
And as the door swung a ruby red fountain ensued
She watched in awe as his power cascaded on the floor
It wasn't long before the police came bursting through the door
In store for her a new prison, this one enforced by the law
As she let out a whisper, with the strength of a roar;
For the bad times I wish you'd just admit it and
Never cast a shadow across my bed
But for the good times I wish you five minutes
In heaven before the devil knows your dead
For the bad times I'd cherish every beautiful moment
As the bullet, enters your head
But, for the good times I wish you five minutes
In heaven before the devil knows your dead
Each night she lays shivering, quivering there
I wonder how we came to live in unforgiving despair
I find myself giving the delivering stares
As the smell of Glennfidich starts Sieving the air. [X2]
As the bullet flew towards me, I swear time stood still
I felt every single emotion that a man could feel
How did I get here? How could this even be real?
How could I become a person that a loved one could k**?
It wasn't always this way, I once saw love in those eyes
Now I just despise and chastise all my lies
Each new drunken guise, my sarcastic replies
And worst of all these heavy hands which surmised her demise
There was a time we thought the honeymoon wouldn't end
She was my lover, my partner, my confidánt and my friend
But, it seems these days happiness can depend
On financial stability, and the need to contend
But, I make no excuse, I let it get this way
Other people live their lives on the minimal wage
I was the one that buckled and let it turn to rage
Now I'm the one looking down the barrel playing guess the gauge
For the bad times I cannot be acquitted or
Let off as the bullet enters my head
But for the good times I wish for 5 minutes in
Heaven before the devil knows I'm Dead
For the bad times I cannot be acquitted or
Let off as the bullet enters my head
But for the good times I wish for 5 minutes in
Heaven before the devil knows I'm Dead