It was a quiet night
All alone
I started drinking
Cuz she wasn't home
It had been 2 weeks since I seen my baby
And I was losing control
The phone rings, rings, rings, rings
The call that eases my fear
A sigh of relief rushed upon me
When I heard she was near
It will be ok sweetie, it will be okay
With guns, knives, bats and fists, denim, leather and chains!
We stormed the hillside, kicked that door
Aha! The one thing worth killing for
I took my stand, blood on our hands
To put back the pieces of this family
I drove her home to the life that she'll live
My eyes filled with tears as she sleeps in her crib
It will be ok sweetie, it will be okay