Eve Christina - Family Business

{Verse 1}
Feels like I want you to hurt me
Feels like your hand on my throat
Lie on my back feeling dirty
My mum thinks I'm coming home
Feels like I said I won't stay here
Feels like you know that I will
Feels like you're always complaining
Except when I'm lying still
And then I'm falling to pieces
And then you're cleaning me up
And then I'm talking to Jesus
He says "I think you're a slut"
And then I stare at your father
He just called your mother a bitch
I take a knife made for butter
And i carve my pain in his lips
You're out here raising a kid, you should know better than this

{Chorus}
So you're the reason that he's watching me bleed
He's digging in his fingernails
Soaking through the sheets
Stitching up my wounds, calling me pathetic
I can't help but think that it's somewhat genetic
Daddy's little soldier's got me begging for peace
Got me working with bullets, says I'm earning my keep
I see it's just a family business
I'd blame you but your daddy did this

{Verse 2}
Not trying to paint you the victim
I know you know what you've done
It's sorta slightly sadistic
Killing me is your kind of fun
He helped you bury the body
And driving 'til you reached Illinois
And then he'd pay all the jury
And then he'd say "That's my boy, that's my boy"

{Chorus}
So you're the reason that he's watching me bleed
He's digging in his fingernails
Soaking through the sheets
Stitching up my wounds, calling me pathetic
I can't help but think that it's somewhat genetic
Daddy's little soldier's got me begging for peace
Got me working with bullets, says I'm earning my keep
I see it's just a family business
I'd blame you but your daddy gave you

{Bridge}
Hand me downs
Make your family proud
You're gonna be a man and this is how
Modern history let me plant the seed
This is how my son's supposed to me
Making sure he clones right into me

{Chorus}
So you're the reason that he's watching me bleed
He's digging in his fingernails
Soaking through the sheets
Stitching up my wounds, calling me pathetic
I can't help but think that it's somewhat genetic
Daddy's little soldier's got me begging for peace
Got me working with bullets, says I'm earning my keep
I see it's just a family business
I'd blame you but your daddy gave you