Sam Jam

Wish I was there on the day You let doctors cut you up On a big long metal tray Facedown for eight hours straight You were scared that you'd go blind From the blood flow to your face Chin dimpled and quivering Scared just like when you were 2 On the floor of the living room Banging your feet, I would cover my ears To keep out all your screams But I still loved you so I just hope that you know that I hope that you know that Wish I was there on the day You were running through a cafe Bumped into a man With hot coffee in his hand And he proceeded To pour that coffee on your head As some kind of lesson I swear I had have wrung out his neck For assaulting my sister With my knees on his chest I'd have forced his last breath I can still see the burns And your coffee-stained clothes I just hate that it happened I hate that it happened to you Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead I hope he's dead Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead