One for Jackie, One for Crystal

I load my bullets in the pistol One for Jackie, one for Crystal Neither of them knew where babies came from When he told them, we're just playing Now I watch him peeling carrots While his wife washes the dishes Sweats dripping from his top lip She's off to the store, but not before he leans in for a kiss But they don't know that I'm loaded by the back door Gonna come home, scrub his brains off the floor I thought this all would make me queasy But the thought of his kids makes it easy I thought my aim would be shaky But one for Crystal, one for Jackie I don't got the proof to put him in a prison But I can shoot, I can kill him He chops the onions, and I'm crying But under wet eyes, I feel nothing He wipes his brow and checks the oven That's when I barge in and start cussing "Look here, you son of a bitch I know the shame that those girls hid" Bang, bang, he falls like bricks I shoot the ceiling just to throw off the pigs Old man next door calls in a tip Said, "I heard a few shots, maybe a whole clip" While the tires crunch gravel in the distance My legs almost go limp But I start running from the sirens I can almost hear them smile One for Jackie, one for Crystal One for Jackie, one for Crystal