Domestic Violence.
Is your middle name.
Drinking at the bar.
You're a slave to your fists.
Like you're a slave to the bottle.
Slave To The Bottle.
Slave To The Bottle.
Ignored your children.
As you destroyed their lives.
You have no honor.
And you no pride.
Never even tried.
To make an evert.
When your daughter was raped.
By your own brother.
You were busy being drunk.
While you were partying.
She was hanging.
In the basement.
Now she's dead.
Seems only your wife has understood her mistakes and led.
A new life.
And you are still a...
Slave To The Bottle.
You'll always remain.
A...
Slave To The Bottle.
Like you are a slave to your fists.
You'll never get the just.
Of what you've done wrong.
Don't even get why I'm singing this song.
Do you?
You may have been in poverty.
But when it comes to the drink.
You'll smash your wife's head in the sink.
Violence, violence, violence.
Ooh.
Where will you go?
When your whole world starts crashing down.
That's why you're still a...
Slave To The Bottle.
Slave To The Bottle.
The truth will go full throttle.
Whether you like it or not.
Cus I have brought.
The truth, to everyone...
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