Got my stories all mixed up
And now Bobby’s mad as hell
Knows I was talkin to my daddy
And he’s freakin at the Shell

Tells me I gotta cut the loser
Gotta cut him out and clean
I’m so scared I’m saying nothing
Cause when he’s boozing he is mean

Straight line
Like a bullet
Straight line
Like a knife
Straight line
I will pull it
Straight line
End a life

I start cryin in the front seat
Cause I know it calms him down
But he grabs my arm and shakes me
As he floors it out of town

I got bruises on my body
In places you cannot see
I gotta get to daddy
Before this man’s the end of me

Straight line
Like a bullet
Straight line
Like a knife
Straight line
I will pull it
Straight line
Defend a life

He thinks that I’m a loser
I got no money to my name
He pushes till I’m woozy
But I will not be tamed

He locks the door with a swivel
And throws me on the bed
My fingers find a pistol
And I shoot my Bobby dead

Straight time
Is a bullet
Straight time
From my gun
Straight time
I did pull it
Straight time
He is done

There’s blood upon the floor
But I ain’t cryin anymore
I ain’t cryin anymore