13 Years Of Grief Black Label Society

You're so fucking tough, so motherfucking bad
Thirteen years of grief is all your folks ever had
Just an ignorant cunt, talking such shit
Trying to act act like a man
You little fucking punk kid

Son, look at you now
Son, look at you now

Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge
Half a year, nothing less, no, he wouldn't budge
Hand over your belongings and your motherfucking soul
That's the joy of life
Six months in the hole

Son, look at you now
Son, look at you now

You wrecked your mother, yeah you beat her down
Jesus can't protect you when you're prison bound
Once so tough, so motherfucking bad
Thirteen years of grief is all your folks ever had

Son, look at you now
Son, look at you now