Lyric Just Another Story
Father comes home cos his money s run out -
seems a little loose tonight, he starts to shout.
Dinner s not on the table, seems mother s not able,
she s staring at the TV.
You can smell it on his breath, feel it in his touch,
he never meant to hit her hard, but he s like that when he s had too much.
It s just another story bout going too far,
it s just another story bout going too far.
Well the kid s at school, she s getting good grades,
but the peer pressure s starting now - too bad, she had it made.
Seems there s always someone trying to push you to do something, you know, ain t the way they told you to -
it s hard to see
the things you taught her, how to be, it s like you told her nothing, selective memory.
Come on try it, it s just a smoke, ain t gonna kill you, so she takes a toke -
fade to grey.
It s just another story bout going too far,
it s just another story bout going too far.
Well the guys at work seemed OK, they d buy you a drink, get you laid, what s wrong with that?
Why d they have more money than you, expensive cars, expensive clothes, d you ever think of what they do?
At night they re out, shakin people down, when they re walking together seems they own the town.
But hey, who s gonna talk, you are their alibi, don t turn around, don t ask questions, just walk -
It s just another story bout going too far,
it s just another story bout going too far.
seems a little loose tonight, he starts to shout.
Dinner s not on the table, seems mother s not able,
she s staring at the TV.
You can smell it on his breath, feel it in his touch,
he never meant to hit her hard, but he s like that when he s had too much.
It s just another story bout going too far,
it s just another story bout going too far.
Well the kid s at school, she s getting good grades,
but the peer pressure s starting now - too bad, she had it made.
Seems there s always someone trying to push you to do something, you know, ain t the way they told you to -
it s hard to see
the things you taught her, how to be, it s like you told her nothing, selective memory.
Come on try it, it s just a smoke, ain t gonna kill you, so she takes a toke -
fade to grey.
It s just another story bout going too far,
it s just another story bout going too far.
Well the guys at work seemed OK, they d buy you a drink, get you laid, what s wrong with that?
Why d they have more money than you, expensive cars, expensive clothes, d you ever think of what they do?
At night they re out, shakin people down, when they re walking together seems they own the town.
But hey, who s gonna talk, you are their alibi, don t turn around, don t ask questions, just walk -
It s just another story bout going too far,
it s just another story bout going too far.