Family Business Lyrics

Feels like I want you to hurt me

Feels like your hand on my throat

Lie on my back feeling dirty

My mum thinks I'm coming home

Feels like I said I won't stay here

Feels like you know that I will

Feels like you're always complaining

Except when I'm lying still

And then I'm falling to pieces

And then you're cleaning me up

And then I'm talking to Jesus

He says 'I think you're a slut'

And then I stare at your father

And he just called your mother a bitch

I take a knife made for butter

And I carve my pain in his lips

You're out here raising a kid

You should know better than this

So you're the reason that he's watching me bleed

He's digging in his fingernails, soaking through the sheets

Stitching up my wounds, calling me pathetic

I can't help but think that it's somewhat genetic

Oh daddy's little solider's got me begging for peace

Got me working with bullets, says i'm earning my keep

I see it's just a family business

I'd blame you but your daddy did this

Not gonna paint you the victim

I know you know what you've done

It's sorta slightly sadistic

That killing me is your kind of fun

He'd help you bury the body

Drive until you reached Illinois

And then he'd pay off the jury

And then he'd say "that's my boy"

So you're the reason that he's watching me bleed

He's digging in his fingernails, soaking through the sheets

Stitching up my wounds, calling me pathetic

I can't help but think that it's somewhat genetic

Oh daddy's little solider's got me begging for peace

Got me working with bullets, says i'm earning my keep

I see it's just a family business

I'd blame you but your daddy

Gave you hand me downs

"Make your family proud

You're gonna be a man and this is how"

Modern history

Let me plant the seed

"This is how my son's supposed to be

Making sure he clones right into me"

Oh daddy's little solider's got me begging for peace

Got me working with bullets, says i'm earning my keep

I see it's just a family business

I'd blame you but your daddy did this

So you're the reason that he's watching me bleed

He's digging in his fingernails, soaking through the sheets

Stitching up my wounds, calling me pathetic

I can't help but think that it's somewhat genetic

Oh daddy's little solider's got me begging for peace

Got me working with bullets, says i'm earning my keep

I see it's just a family business

I'd blame you but your daddy did this