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Going Through Hell
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Lyrics You see him standing there,
Without a care.
When you see him walking there,
You shout piss head as a dare.
You don't notice while he's swaying,
In his mind he is playing,
Over and over his troubled life,
How he just went and beat his wife,
Then left the house with a knife,
Contemplating god knows what,
Doesn't know whether to end his life,
Or keep dealing with the pain and strife.
He opens another bottle,
Necks it straight back,
Long gone the days of being T-Total,
Whilst walking down the narrow track,
Not slept for days and the lack,
Of food in his belly,
What he would give,
Just to be sat in front of the telly.
He feels kicked to the curb,
A little bit disturbed,
But when he drinks some more,
He feels order is restored.
Everyone thinks he's dealing well,
No-one knows he's going through hell.
He's got two seperate lives,
That are merging into one,
One barely survives,
Whilst the other comes undone.
He wants to run away,
But he knows he has to stay,
So he can make his way,
Through the grind of everyday.
He walks on into the night,
Going knowhere but,
Doesn't stop his fight,
Like a bird in flight,
Battling the wind,
His dreams are pinned,
On getting there in the end.
He just wants to apologise,
For hitting his wife,
But he knows he needs to organise,
His sad little life.
Even before he goes back there,
Coz she's startin' not to care.
She wont want him to share,
All his pointless feelings,
She will just be leaving.
He will beg her not to go,
But in his head he knows,
It will be for the best,
And as time goes,
She might be able to digest,
All the hurt he's caused,
And realise he wasn't at his best.
He needs to grow up and learn,
But he's scared,
The only place he'll earn,
Respect is back in that place where nobody cares.
Everyone thinks he's dealing well,
No-one knows he's going through hell.
He's got two seperate lives,
That are merging into one,
One barely survives,
Whilst the other comes undone.
He wants to run away,
But he knows he has to stay,
So he can make his way,
Through the grind of everyday.
He works hard just for himself,
Wants to create a huge amount of wealth,
Not for his friends or family,
Doesn't care about anyone else.
All he wants to do is drink,
It runs through his veins,
Like a pen has ink.
But everyone just blames,
The constant pains,
And life's big strains,
On him while he drains,
The life from everyone that remains.
He feels so scared inside,
That sometimes he just cries,
But he can hide,
All that fear deep inside.
He's not a bad man,
And he'll happily carry the can,
For anyone in trouble,
Just so he can cram,
As much drink in his double,
To remain in their bubble.
This man's got children and a wife,
But he feels he's leading,
Two different lives.
When he's at home,
He just about survives,
But he mainly relies,
On his wife while she tries,
To care for everyone,
But she worries,
About his lies,
And one day incase he dies.
Everyone thinks he's dealing well,
No-one knows he's going through hell.
He's got two seperate lives,
That are merging into one,
One barely survives,
Whilst the other comes undone.
He wants to run away,
But he knows he has to stay,
So he can make his way,
Through the grind of everyday.
(Musical Interlude)
Everyone thinks he's dealing well,
No-one knows he's going through hell.
He's got two seperate lives,
That are merging into one,
One barely survives,
Whilst the other comes undone.
He wants to run away,
But he knows he has to stay,
So he can make his way,
Through the grind of everyday.
