A box to the head, a box to the jaw
Mam only wanted a few bob
I was a child crying in my bed please don't leave us both for dead
Guinness makes him lairy, Whiskey makes him scary
Ready or not it's here he fuckin' comes
Always doin' favours, he's everybody's favourite propping up the session at a bar
He's everybody's yes man does everything to impress them
But has no problem lettin' his family starve
So sing another ballad, 'nother chaser for the habit
You wonder why you raised a hate filled son
You loved so many women
Why did you have children?
The bachelor's life so carefree and so grawnd
You puked on the carpet. then ripped it up with a pen knife
It's the second time this week we've called the guards
Went missing for a fortnight
Then came home after midnight smashing windows
Cut connections to the phone
Writing letters from rehab, foster care was some laugh
Your girlfriend's family lived across the road
Mam was in a psych ward weighed eight stone
Father is never coming home
Father is never coming home
Father is never coming home
You had a hard week, you had a hard life
Any excuse to beat the shit out of your wife
You had a hard week, you had a hard life
Any excuse to beat the shit out of your wife
You had a hard week, you had a hard life
Any excuse to beat the shit out of your wife
You had a hard week, you had a hard life
Any excuse to beat the shit out of your wife