My momma always told me: Boy when you grow up don't you play with guns
You'll end up dead or in the pen
I can't afford to lose my only son
And my daddy never taught me shit
That son' bitch left us when I was nine
'Cause ever since that man vanished
I promised
I would watch my daddy die
I watched him die
Watched my daddy die
Watched my daddy die
Watched my daddy die
Well I grew up and got real tough and bought a brand new 38
I shot at birds, beer cans and squirrels
And photos of my old man's rotten face
My momma said my daddy's friend had told her that he had moved down
To Van Nuys
So I took a bus to Los Angeles
'cause it was time to watch my daddy die
I watched him die
Watched my daddy die
Watched my daddy die
Watched my daddy die
When I got to town I looked around and I sat down inside the local bar
And to my surprise, I swear to God, his sorry ass just walked right
Through the door
I looked at him, he looked at me
The man turned pale in disbelief
And then he screamed when I said
Hey dad! Remember me?
Then I grabbed him by the shirt
Threw him in the dirt
I pulled my fist back, I told him that: This one's 'bout to hurt
This one's for hittin' mom
This one's for leavin' me
This one's for leaving us with a God damn broken family!
I pulled out my 38 pointed the barrel at his face
I asked my daddy if there's any last words that he'd like to say
Son, son don't do it! I'm sorry, I'm sorr-
Ha-ha
Man, I love to watch my daddy die
Watched my daddy die
Watched my daddy die
Watched my daddy die
