I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall |
| Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all |
| Every night when I hear you I dream of breaking down your door |
| An avenging knight in shining armour to rescue you from it all |
| From the family business |
When I see you in the supermarket |
| With sunglasses in the shade |
| Averting your eyes from the staring questions |
| How were those bruises made |
| It's family business |
Children clutching to your legs |
| They've got so much they want to say |
| But daddy's sitting home drunk again |
| So they bite their lips and pray |
| And daddy don't like no strangers prying |
| And noses in his private affairs |
| And if anyone asks from the social |
| Well you fell down the stairs |
| It's family business |
So I'll become an accessory |
| And I don't have an alibi |
| To the victim lying on my doorstep |
| The only way I could justify |
| It's family business |
'Cos every day it's getting harder |
| Try to see to go away |
| To all the people that surround you |
| You have to sit down and explain |
| To be the writing on the wall inside |
| To be the pledge you call your own |
| And if you run into the day |
| You sure you know you'll find a home |
| You sure you know you'll find a home |
The traffic lights shine upon |
| ... and the broken home |
| Everyone could be so far away |
| ... and the white lines lead the way |
The writing on the wall |
| They're carving out the martyrs |
Could've been the same this way |
| Could've been the same this way |
| Tell them I'm the same today |
| We could have been much younger |
| It could have been much longer |
| Until the real time |
| Too far |
| You run away today |
| Tomorrow |
| You take away the time |
| You took away a mind |
Something to the light she said |
| Everyone's burning |
| We could have been much younger |