Run My Course

What thoughts are running through your young head?

Well, honey, do you wish I was dead? I know you do

You're gonna learn 'cause I'm your main source

I ain't no measured mile, I can make you run my course

You better act sweet, don'tcha treat me like dirt

You're 'bout to get it, darlin', for all that you're worth

If I have to scream 'til my voice gets hoarse

I'll take no back talk, Lord! You'll run my course

And in the night I'll make you suffer

All your days are gonna rain

When you think you've felt the misery

I'll make you lonely just the same

So you better act sweet, don'tcha treat me like dirt

You're 'bout to get it, darlin', for all that you're worth

If I have to scream 'til my voice gets hoarse

I'll take no back talk, Lord! You'll run my course