Each night she lays shivering, quivering here,
Asking why she keeps forgiving him, and livin' in fear,
At work she has a glistening, driven career,
While at home with one swing of the fist it disappears, [X2]

She'd often think of different ways to get from under his noose grip,
It's one thing to see a path but it's another to choose it,
It's one thing to want to run but it's another to do it,
It's one thing to buy a gun but it's another to use it;

But buy a gun she did and it made her feel good,
She told herself if she really had to use it she would,
The next night, drunk, at the end of her bed he stood,
She said she'd take it no more and she prayed he understood.

But he didn't take to kindly to being put in his place,
She fled after the first blow and of course he gave chase
She sat, hunched, holding a gun praying she wasn't pursued,
And as the door swung a ruby red fountain ensued,

She watched in awe as his power cascaded on the floor,
It wasn't long before the police came bursting through the door,
In store for her a new prison, this one enforced by the law,
As she let out a whisper, with the strength of a roar;

For the bad times I wish you'd just admit it and
Never cast a shadow across my bed,
But for the good times I wish you five minutes
In heaven before the devil knows your dead
For the bad times I'd cherish every beautiful moment
As the bullet, enters your head,
But, for the good times I wish you five minutes
In heaven before the devil knows your dead

Each night she lays shivering, quivering there,
I wonder how we came to live in unforgiving despair,
I find myself giving the delivering stares,
As the smell of Glennfidich starts Sieving the air. [X2]

As the bullet flew towards me, I swear time stood still,
I felt every single emotion that a man could feel,
How did I get here? How could this even be real?
How could I become a person that a loved one could kill?

It wasn't always this way, I once saw love in those eyes,
Now I just despise and chastise all my lies,
Each new drunken guise, my sarcastic replies,
And worst of all these heavy hands which surmised her demise.

There was a time we thought the honeymoon wouldn't end,
She was my lover, my partner, my confidánt and my friend
But, it seems these days happiness can depend,
On financial stability, and the need to contend,

But, I make no excuse, I let it get this way,
Other people live their lives on the minimal wage,
I was the one that buckled and let it turn to rage,
Now I'm the one looking down the barrel playing guess the gauge.

For the bad times I cannot be acquitted or
Let off as the bullet enters my head,
But for the good times I wish for 5 minutes in
Heaven before the devil knows I'm Dead.
For the bad times I cannot be acquitted or
Let off as the bullet enters my head,
But for the good times I wish for 5 minutes in
Heaven before the devil knows I'm Dead.