Stripes

[Verse 1: Cage]

Beer cans and cigarette butts cover the floor, day

Half gone, he sleeps, scared pregnant teen in the doorway

Watching him sleep, clutching her belly, little feet kick

To send the teen back to the toilet, spent her last week sick

When little Billy feed her ground up Jesus powder

Would’ve beat her louder if it would’ve pushed the fetus out her

Father in the making, crooked M.P. forsaken

The military cop that sells H to bring his cake in

She shaking, praying her labor kicks in before

The doors kicked in for them, brown bricks on the floor, I mean

She could tell you exactly how the gutter taste

Father to her kid in custody right when her water breaks

Snitched on his compadres for a few more runs, and the irony

In giving a stuffed rat to his newborn son

Dishonorably discharged, no jail time in court, told to

Pack his family up and go the fuck back to New York

[Hook: Cage]

Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad

That smacked her then left her with rats after he snapped her

The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter

With her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her

With her back against the wall, she still hear death singing in her

With her back against the wall, she still hear death singing in her

[Verse 2: Cage]

She’s scared to leave him, convinced somehow she really needs him

Back in New York, her prison of pain and Billy’s freedom

Holding her baby, he’d say crazy shit to break her.  When she

Fell asleep, he’d escape her wit’s end and wouldn’t wake her

He’d sneak out, she’d wallow in it, role model to shit

That put his Christian scientist father in debt

Gave him his first stroke, he refused his medication ‘cause it

Went against his religion, he’d rather his Lord take him

Cue stroke number two and start withering his flesh, then lay

The emaciated World War II veteran to rest

Left his family debt, turmoil, and wreckage

And his grandson to scatter his ash over the U.S. Intrepid

Then little Billy plummet to his knees, still numb from it

Held his kid by his arm with a shotgun to his stomach

With threats to destroy what he created, get tucked away

When he looks in his son’s face and see he might grow up to say

[Hook: Cage]

Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad

That smacked her then left her with rats after he snapped her

The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter

With her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her

With her back against the wall, she still hear death singing in her

With her back against the wall, she still hear death singing in her

With her back against the wall, she still hear death singing in her

With her back against the wall, she still hear death singing in her

[Verse 3: Cage]

Needle through the skin again, injecting rust and cinnamon

Pull off the tourniquet, load up the shotgun and sentence them

He knows that there’s a bed in Hell waiting for him

But he ain’t been sane since he started huffing chloroform

With his shit decorum, he lets off shots, the neighbors say, “Shooters”

Into the phone to Middletown police and state troopers

While every family member on the premises runs from death

Greeted by dozens of officers with guns and vests

His suicide by cops, sweater on, “Get low”

Is told to the crowd watching him shoot through the window

His son clutched in his mother’s arms, unaware it’s the end

They bring him out in handcuffs but never to be seen again

[Hook: Cage]

Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad

That smacked her then left her with rats after he snapped her

The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter

With her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her