Watch My Daddy Die

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 move 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 ones 'bout to hurt
This ones for hittin' mom
This ones for leavin' me
This ones for leaving us with a God damn broken family!
I pulled out my. 38, point 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