Matthew Ryan - Night Watchman lyrics

My name is Hank Low I was born on Christmas eve My Daddy wasn't there He was talking with the police A neighbour called it in He was hitting mom again, again, again No ambulance came Only stuttered grief Ma fell asleep on the couch While my brother played with me No charges pressed Soon dad was home, home, home Busted lip Milk and cheese At the grocery store Eyes looking down at me Six years old, bubble gum hid I my hand in my pocket Now Ma only cried When she watched TV At night I'd lie awake Till Dad fell asleep Come fourth grade my Ma held me And called me her little night watchman My brother fell sick When he turned fifteen His eyes went dark His head went mean I cried and cried The night he died, alone, alone So Ma went down To the Welfare House See money got smaller Since Frankie k**ed himself And Dad blamed Ma Put her head through a wall, put her head through a wall I came up slow behind Moving awfully quiet I remember the summer crickets I stabbed him thirty times My name is Hank Low I was thirteen years old I was the night watchman