Father comes home cos his moneys run out -
seems a little loose tonight, he starts to shout.
Dinners not on the table, seems mothers not able,
shes staring at the TV.
You can smell it on his breath, feel it in his touch,
he never meant to hit her hard, but hes like that when hes had too much.
Its just another story bout going too far,
its just another story bout going too far.
Well the kids at school, shes getting good grades,
but the peer pressures starting now - too bad, she had it made.
Seems theres always someone trying to push you to do something, you know, aint the way they told you to -
its hard to see
the things you taught her, how to be, its like you told her nothing, selective memory.
Come on try it, its just a smoke, aint gonna kill you, so she takes a toke -
fade to grey.
Its just another story bout going too far,
its just another story bout going too far.
Well the guys at work seemed OK, theyd buy you a drink, get you laid, whats wrong with that?
Whyd they have more money than you, expensive cars, expensive clothes, dyou ever think of what they do?
At night theyre out, shakin people down, when theyre walking together seems they own the town.
But hey, whos gonna talk, you are their alibi, dont turn around, dont ask questions, just walk -
Its just another story bout going too far,
its just another story bout going too far.
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