A Can Of Gasoline Lyrics

There's a suitcase in the back of my ride

I've left everything else behind

That reminds me of him

And ohis cunning lies

There's a torn picture of our marriage inside

It was a picture where he pretended to smile

Oh he was so grim I wished he would die

My Name is Francine Hughes

I'm a woman who got beaten and bruised

I had to do something after 13 years of abuse

Well I walked down, down, down, down to Grove Street

To our home, while he was asleep

And I opened up a can of gasoline

And burned that brutal bastard to the ground

Oh he bought lovely flowers, indeed

He said sorry, but it was all a cheat

Still feel his knuckles

on my cheeks oh so sweet

In my pocket is his chain of keys

Chain and keys he used to locked me in

You will find him there and

Only know him by his teeth

My Name is Francine Hughes

When the cops came, they refused

I had to do something after 13 years of abuse

Well I walked down, down, down, down to Grove Street

To our home, while he was asleep

And I opened up a can of gasoline

And burned that brutal bastard to the ground

All you will find is his ripped up 55

And his ashes, burned all to the ground

And the only thing that will point to me

Are my fingerprints on a can of

Gasoline

My Name is Francine Hughes

I'm a woman who had nothing to lose

I got out after 13 years of abuse

Well I walked down, down, down, down to Grove Street

To my home, while he was asleep

And I opened up a can of gasoline

And burned that brutal bastard

I burned that brutal bastard

I burn, burn, burned him to the ground

Ohhhh

I burned him to the ground

I burned him to the ground