tragedy has struck once again
the cycle of destruction won't be breaking
like the ones before,
they're silent in their pain
but bruises tell the story
of a man who's gone insane
young eyes they don't forget
soon they'll learn the shame
and what it's like to hit

but daddy don't mean it
he's just tired, frustrated
it's my fault, i don't listen
in the morning he'll be sorry again

no one knows a thing about their life
the turmoil buried deep within
will remain out of sight
hidden from the outside, little jack and jill
he'll do his best to care for them
but the words that burn he'll just let spill
come home late at night,
push through and open door
take a hold of innocence
and smash it on the floor

but daddy don't mean it
he's just tired, frustrated
it's my fault, i don't listen
in the morning he'll be sorry again