Lemme tell you a little story
About a man screwed up in his own territory
Has a crippling depression
Should book a therapy session
He has two kids and a wife
It’s a gift to have them in his life
Trying to find the price
Of life and what to offer
It’s getting to the point where he can’t take any more
His wife says, “why are your tears on the floor?”
And he says I don’t wanna do it anymore
So life moves on
That’s the purpose of this song
This is a true story
Everyone put your hands up
Sing the chorus
You can cure the stab wound
But you can’t cure the long term wound
Once the gun is shot, it’s shot, it’s shot
And you're not coming back, no your not, not
You can cure the stab wound
But you can’t cure the long term wound
Once the gun is shot, it’s shot, it’s shot
And you're not coming back, no your not, not
He goes to his parent's house
Gets his daddy's gun
What are you doing, son?
It really ain’t no fun stealing your daddy’s gun
He goes out in the backyard and pops it
The wife comes running out saying “I thought I locked it”
I’m needing you
These children, they need some feeding
I’ll put my finger in your head, maybe It’ll stop the bleeding
I’m needing you
The ambulance roles up to the scene
Not trying to be mean but we’re pronouncing him dead on the scene
She says “that can’t be true. How could he do this?”
We have to take him away, give him one last kiss
Think of all the people he left behind, his dad, Chris
She’s really gonna miss
There has to be a way to bring him back
We could put him on life support
All he’d be is a vegetable and that’s a fact
Hope you learn something from this lesson
I’m still getting blessings
You can cure the stab wound
But you can’t cure the long term wound
Once the gun is shot, it’s shot, it’s shot
And you're not coming back, no your not, not
You can cure the stab wound
But you can’t cure the long term wound
Once the gun is shot, it’s shot, it’s shot
And you're not coming back, no your not, not
There is one more part to this story
4-year-old John in his room, how boring
He looks out his window
Sees it and hides his face in a pillow
A couple of weeks later they see a therapist
I say this as I’m a studying lyricist
They check out to make sure everything's okay
They say John definitely saw something that day
John was outgoing but now, he’s really quiet
Not eating much, on a strict diet
Starts again wetting the bed
He can’t get the image out of his head
The dad screwed this family’s life up
The wife has to hang the knife up
He didn’t really realize how many people he hurt
The wife permanently takes off work
Don’t ever take your life for granted
Manage it
Don’t damage it
You choose how you handle it
Thank you for your condolences I’m flattered
Once it’s done it doesn’t matter
What a disaster
You can cure the stab wound
But you can’t cure the long term wound
Once the gun is shot, it’s shot, it’s shot
And you're not coming back, no your not, not
You can cure the stab wound
But you can’t cure the long term wound
Once the gun is shot, it’s shot, it’s shot
And you're not coming back, no your not, not
You can cure the stab wound
But you can’t cure the long term wound
Once the gun is shot, it’s shot, it’s shot
And you're not coming back, no your not, not
You can cure the stab wound
But you can’t cure the long term wound
Once the gun is shot, it’s shot, it’s shot
And you're not coming back, no your not, not
