A box to the head, a box to the jaw Mam only wanted a few bob I was a child crying in my bed please don't leave us both for dead Guinness makes him lairy, Whiskey makes him scary Ready or not it's here he fuckin' comes Always doin' favours, he's everybody's favourite propping up the session at a bar He's everybody's yes man does everything to impress them But has no problem lettin' his family starve So sing another ballad, 'nother chaser for the habit You wonder why you raised a hate filled son You loved so many women Why did you have children? The bachelor's life so carefree and so grawnd You puked on the carpet. then ripped it up with a pen knife It's the second time this week we've called the guards Went missing for a fortnight Then came home after midnight smashing windows Cut connections to the phone Writing letters from rehab, foster care was some laugh Your girlfriend's family lived across the road Mam was in a psych ward weighed eight stone Father is never coming home Father is never coming home Father is never coming home You had a hard week, you had a hard life Any excuse to beat the shit out of your wife You had a hard week, you had a hard life Any excuse to beat the shit out of your wife You had a hard week, you had a hard life Any excuse to beat the shit out of your wife You had a hard week, you had a hard life Any excuse to beat the shit out of your wife