Buried the money, out by the big old church,
He gave me a funny look: these were his dying words…
Life isn’t funny when you don’t get the work,
Can push a man to the edge,
Come smashing down to earth.
Take care of your mother,
Love her with all my heart.
Please tell her I’m sorry son
And now ya run along
Daddy was a bad mother
My daddy was a bad mother
Drive very slowly. A shovel and a sack.
A picture of me from school with a map on the back.
The ways that I will spend, already in my head.
A rush of adrenaline. Quietly panicking.
Daddy was a bad mother
My daddy was a bad mother
Dug like a loony. Eyes were raw and dry.
Was up to my neck in dirt. They snuck up from behind.
End of the story, lay in the hole I made.
The minute I get to hell,
I’m gonna make him pay.
Daddy was a bad mother
My daddy was a bad mother.
