Passed down from his father A backhand is all he had to offer I'm sure you've heard this all before One more time we'll be out that door Blame the victim, you blame the mother How much longer will she have to suffer? Should've know this from the start I guess that's why they say "'til death do us part" This (this!) is (is!) Your world coming undone (Pages turning, bridges burning) This (this!) is (is!) The barrel of a loaded gun (Pages turning) Bridges burning down I made a promise to my mother That I would never raise my hand to another I may have said that once before But now it's time to settle the score You're all alone, ripe for the picking You cry for help, but there's nobody listening Should've done this from the start I guess it's why they say "'til death do us part" This (this!) is (is!) Your world coming undone (Pages turning, bridges burning) This (this!) is (is!) The barrel of a loaded gun (Pages turning) Bridges burning down And although we [?] I think it's time we break this chain Hope your new hole feels safe and sound In the ground This (this!) is (is!) Your world coming undone (Pages turning, bridges burning) This (this!) is (is!) The barrel of a loaded gun (Pages turning) Bridges burning down