Dark Rum Bandit

dark rum bandit
sitting in his chair
getting drunk, getting drunk
belt raised in the air

beat the small child
drunkard in the night
I must pray, I must pray
ready for the fight

Jesus, missing
in the dead of night
empty prayers, empty prayers
not a god in sight

dark rum father
skulking past my door
run and hide, run and hide
bloodstain on my floor

five o'clock strikes
daddy and his drink
contemplate my suicide
pain gone in a wink