Jay Parish - Hands On Lyrics

From grandfather to grandson, this is not the way
Our conversations and relationship should operate
Before your questions, I'll put facts in their proper place
I gave your pops a grave for bashing in your mama's face

For putting bruises in spots that were not displayed
Out in public, nobody would ever spot a trace
And she defended him, saying it wasn't commonplace
Like being knocked unconscious is something she should tolerate
No

My guess is that he just got impatient
Expressed himself with a four-punch combination
And as her father, I had one obligation
Protect her, so now I had to uncomplicate it

A good dad who's not known for violent reactions
Can easily become a silent assassin
Who will commit a heinous crime with a passion
With no problem doing the time when they catch him

He took away her smile and her confidence
Replaced it with the black eyes you get in boxing gyms
Nominated myself judge and chose a consequence
I revoked his right to inhale oxygen

For putting hands on my daughter
He was just a lamb to be slaughtered
I only had one demand in my offer
Understand, it'll cost you
First chance, last chance, sayonara

He told me he'd never hurt her, he swore
So I was out of words when I burst in the door
Even though I had never shot a person before
He was about to be the first, second, third, and the fourth

At this point, I wouldn't let the Holy Spirit interfere
As soon as I pulled the trigger, it was clear I wasn't near enough
I missed, still I put that fear inside his ear
But it was so loud I thought my hearing disappeared

I was aiming to put a hole in his airway
I practically saw his heart jump and his hair raise
Then you crawled in the room and I was scared straight
Shocked at how you even made it down the staircase

I froze and he was gone without a breath
I picked you up and started crying with regret
My guilt was stabbing me in my chest
The first lesson you almost learned from me was causing death

And I still blame your pops for all that
Your uncles told me where his side piece would hide him at
I snuck in, saw him sleeping and I snapped
Long story short, he got an extra five-hour nap

For putting hands on my daughter
He was just a lamb to be slaughtered
I only had one demand in my offer
Understand, it'll cost you
First chance, last chance, sayonara

In the trunk he went, for a thousand-mile ride
Until the closest town was about a mile wide
The clock was winding down, not a doubt in my mind
So I stopped, there was not a soul around that I'd find

Digging one ditch felt like I dug eight
As soon as I threw him in, he lost his tough face
I think he tried to say I'm sorry, I said tough break
But then again, his words were muffled by the duct tape

I told him it won't matter, pray to God or Lucifer
'Cause when you stomped out my baby girl, you weren't too concerned
A bullet's easy, let this shovel take you to church
These scoops of earth will make you one with the universe

I know this is a lot, feel free to stop me
And I wouldn't blame you if you and your mom forgot me
I'm probably the grandpa you'd rather not meet
Living in a studio apartment made of concrete

But I didn't kill him, they told you a lie
I did not kill him, between you and I
He put his fist into her eye
In my opinion, that's when he committed suicide

For putting hands on my daughter
For putting hands on my daughter
For putting hands on my daughter
For putting hands on my daughter