T[That little kid wronged him for the last time. Took away his Father and ran away like a coward. “Why don’t you just own up to what you did? Instead [bad word] away like a little yellow-belly? Just afraid of being hit, god [bad word] him...” little blood on someone’s hands never hurt no one.]

 “Dear God, what have you done?”
 Those words ring loud in the back of your head
 That bottle lies in a thick, blood red

 “I ain’t no forgiver, forgetter” [x2]
 Our mother waits in vain for a God that never loved us
 As much as she prayed, he never showed up

 “Dear God, where have you gone?”
 Your brother is gone in the blink of an eye
 That January night, our father lays cold
 “Where’re you going to go? You’re only seventeen years old

 “I ain’t no forgiver, forgetter” [x2]
 Our mother waits in vain for a God that never loved us
 As much as she prayed, he never showed up

 Those cold steel tracks beneath your feet
 Those same rail ties where you dodged those trains
 When we were just two kids, oh, it still feels the same
 That warm [bad word] when the [bad word] 
 “I ain’t no forgiver, forgetter” [x4]
 I’ll find you, put that vice to your head
 Again, and again, and again, and again, and again”