Rackets And Drapes: "Love With A Fist" Lyrics

The bruises on my skin are all from falling of the swing

My daddy likes to buy me ice cream, for my blackened eyes

Daddy loves me with his fist

Daddy loves me with his fist



I never want to go to school because they laugh at me

They point their fingers at my birthmarks all over me

Daddy loves me with his fist

Daddy loves me with his fist



Mommy wont you stop your crying

Daddy always says he's sorry

Mommy tell me why you're crying

Daddy says that he's not leaving

Mommy cries when daddy's drinking