Daugter's Disease

Duration

7:04

Genres

Indie Rock

Lyrics

It started with a seizure, momma wasn't at home Daddy fed her supper, had to stuff it down her throat The she started convulsin' half an hour past four She was dribblin' out 'er mouth when momma walked through the door The food was sittin' on the table 'cause she really wasn't able to eat that shit no more and if she swallowed it down we could all count down how long 'til she was wrigglin' on the floor I said, "sister what's your problem, ain't you be like the rest?" She gave me no answer, held her knees to her chest And when it came time to play she wash holdin' her head Said "gimme my lasy rights, I'll be better of dead" Told us she was tired Momma called her a liar And said "as a matter of fact I'm sick of your whinin while the family's in here dinin' Little girl you better clean up your act" Momma never listened to her vomitin' pleas And daddy couldn't stand it, said "give us relief" But now she lays in bed, gets fed with a tube Livin' in a coma, dreamin' dreams about food She said "momma don't you tease me 'cause you gotta believe me" Momma tapper her foot on the ground Now daddy prays and he cries and he covers his eyes 'cause sister ain't even around