BROCKZEMAN: MUSIC

The sink s full of dishes
Ain t a scrap of food in the fridge
She quit school for the factory
No time to waste being a kid
They re rats in the pantry
Bottles lying all over the floor
Been so long in this kind of living
She don t even notice anymore

The devil s sleeping in the living room
Underneath her pillow there is a gun
There are some things that need seeing to
And crying just don t seem to get it done
This is your life: Breanna Harrison

Breanna s Daddy was a gambler
And a mean old hard drinking man
Who did most of his talking
With the back of his hand
Her mama was the prom queen
Say she did the best she could
Now she wears shades when she steps out
To try and cover up her bruise

A light flashed on in the hallway
He s at her door with that look on his face
She slips her hand beneath her pillow
She ll be damned if she ll let it happen all again
She ain t never gonna let it happen ever again

Now there s blood in the hallway
Five shell s left in a six-gun
Siren s screaming out in the distance
How did things get so bad? Breanna Harrison.