Sam Jam - Covey

Wish I was there on the day

You let doctors cut you up

On a big long metal tray

Facedown for eight hours straight

You were scared that you’d go blind

From the bloodflow to your face

Chin dimpled and quivering

Scared just like when you were two

On the floor of the living room

Banging your feet, I would cover my ears

To keep out all your screams

But I still loved you so

I just hope that you know that

I hope that you know that

Wish I was there on the day

You were running through a cafe

Bumped into a man

With hot coffee in his hand

And he proceeded

To pour that coffee on your head

There’s some kind of lesson

I swear that I hung at his neck

For assaulting my sister

With my knees on his chest

I’d forced his last breath

I can still see the burns

And your coffee-stained clothes

I just hate that it happened

I hate that it happened to you

Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead

I hope he’s dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead

Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead