Beats the Hell Out of Me

[couchgrouch]

Beats the Hell Out of MeMy father useta beat meif I raised a little Cainhe'd say the burn of his beltstrapwould beat eternal flamenow sometimes in my bedI'm sleepless and ice cold sweatsoaks my pillow and my sheetsand I know I feel that chillcos in my dreams he stillbeats the hell out of mewhen I gave him report cardsI knew that I was damnedhe always handed them backwith the back of his handso at eighteen years oldI hit the jug...hit the roadand they hit back hard as could beeven now I kneel and praywhen the mem'ry of those daysbeats the hell out of mewell, tomorrow's what we make itand we all have our private hellsbut when some people can't take itthey take it out on someone elseso I forgave my fatherI know how his dad beat himbut now that I've got a fam'lyI won't pass my pain to themso it's true sometimes my boymakes a little too much noisewhen he's having fun and feeling freebut how beating him each nightwould teach him wrong from rightbeats the hell out of mebeats the hell out of mebeats the hell out of me(c)2005 Robert George