that weight is heavy where the shadows fall
your old man's lies cut your lives to pieces
word on the street is he doesn't stand so tall
it's in the blood, that can't be changed
like burned out bulbs in broken sockets
so count your blessings, then curse this day
with your empty hands in your empty pockets
someone has to pay the devil when the note comes due
it's a first class ticket to skid row
the tax man's coming and the cops are too
you're learning secrets you were never told
the signs were there, but he always had an excuse
it built a ransom he couldn't afford
and the house of cards fell down on you
when karma knocked at your door
someone has to face the music when it all goes wrong
it's a song in the key of pain
as the first born, it falls to you to sing along
and wear the guilt of the family name
in a small town, everyone learns your bad news
there's nowhere to hide when the curtain falls
your old man's crimes brought this all down on you
word on the street is that you lost it all
