Sam Jam

Wish I was there on the day

You let doctors cut you up on a big long metal tray

Face down for eight hours straight

You were scared that you'd go blind

From the blood flow to your face

Chin-dimpled and quivering

Scared just like when you were two

On the floor of the living room

Banging your feet

I would cover my ears to keep out all your screams

But I still love you so, I just hope that you know that

I hope that you know that

Wish I was there on the day

You were running through a café

Bumped into a man

With hot coffee in his hands

And he proceeded to pour that coffee on your head

As some kind of lesson

I swear I'd have wrung out his neck

For assaulting my sister, with my knees on his chest

I'd force his last breath, I can still see the burns

And your coffee stained clothes

I just hate that it happened, I hate that it happened to you

Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead

I hope he's dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead