Father comes home cos his money s run out –
Seems a little loose tonight, he starts to shout.
Dinner s not on the table, seems mother s not able,
She s staring at the tv.
You can smell it on his breath, feel it in his touch,
He never meant to hit her hard, but he s like that when he s had too much.
It s just another story bout going too far,
It s just another story bout going too far.
Well the kid s at school, she s getting good grades,
But the peer pressure s starting now – too bad, she had it made.
Seems there s always someone trying to push you to do something, you know, ain t the way they told you to –
It s hard to see
The things you taught her, how to be, it s like you told her nothing, selective memory.
Come on try it, it s just a smoke, ain t gonna kill you, so she takes a toke –
Fade to grey.
It s just another story bout going too far,
It s just another story bout going too far.
Well the guys at work seemed ok, they d buy you a drink, get you laid, what s wrong with that?
Why d they have more money than you, expensive cars, expensive clothes, d you ever think of what they do?
At night they re out, shakin people down, when they re walking together seems they own the town.
But hey, who s gonna talk, you are their alibi, don t turn around, don t ask questions, just walk –
It s just another story bout going too far,
It s just another story bout going too far.
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