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DOMESTIC

Violence was a way of life
For all my family
When you're beaten from an early age.
You start to think, "It must be me

I always tried to please my dad
All I wanted was a little care
But he could never show his love
Because he lived in fear

This fear it didn't come from us
It was passed down by his dad
God knows how long we lived that way
It was just the way things were
It just didn't seem to bother dad
He just didn't seem to care

In his day men were big and strong
Big boys didn't cry
But I knew deep inside somewhere
He knew this was a lie
Sometimes when he was really calm
He would try to explain

He'd then fly into fury
And hide behind his drink and pain
With drink the fists would fly again
He'd say all that shit I spewed today
Was nothing but a lie

I don't know how it came about
It must have happened over years
But I looked one day and saw myself
Living out dads pain and fear

I thought then that I needed help
I needed to get free
Because all this built up anger
Was destroying me
The thought of being like my dad
Was the biggest fear of all
I realized then that's why my dad wasn't in control

His many years of anger
At what his dad had done
Had been passed down generations
It just went on and on and on
In many ways I'm lucky
I managed to get free
Years and years of counceling
has helped me to be me

Now I don't really blame my dad
For what he did to me
Because if I was born in his day
My dad could be me

Although I've learned to understand
Just what my dad was like
I'd like it to be noted
That does not make it right

For people to use violence
To get their point across
You need to learn to talk it out
You need to learn to trust
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FEAR

People on the buses
Sitting on their own
Pensioners in high rise flats
Scared to open doors
Cameras in chapel halls
Alarms by the score
What the hell is going on
We can't trust people any more

Granny muggings in the street
Makes the local news
Blind man found stabbed to death
Found lying on the stairs
After three months man found dead
Neighbours reported smell
Society is crumbling
We're heading towards hell

People find it easy
to complain from arm chairs
Or start a crusade in the pub
Once they've had a dozen beers
Old folk stand at bus stops
Slandering their peers
Have you seen what gossip does to folk?
I've seen grown men brought to tears

If you take a look in retrospect
To the way it used to be
When the good book had some influene
On what we'd do and say
New thinkers say "Don't spank the kids"
"No punishment at all"
My thoughts on do gooders
Is line them up and shoot them all

If children are not punished
Or kept under control
If they're allowed to just run wild
Until the early morn
They don't know what they're doing
They don't know right or wrong
It up to every parent
To show them what is law

It isn't all that hard to see
That the old ways were the best
Each parent has to make their children
An example to the rest
This is only my opinion
It may not be the best
But if something isn't done soon
We're heading for a mess

I don't have the answers
I hope to God that someone has
Because you may the victim
For some junkies ten quid buzz
I'm not just blaming junkies
So please don't get me wrong
They're just a drop in this cesspit country
The cesspit we call home
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