She's Alright - Fashion Jackson, Jam in the Van

She’s alright

No really it was nothing, nevermind

Just ignore the bruise underneath her right eye

She’s fine

She fell down the stairs last night

She can’t sleep, once upon a time he swept her off her feet

Now with bourbon on his breath he hugs his sheets seven days a week

She’s going crazy

It’s for self defense she swears and slips it underneath the mattress

Lights another cigarette as hour after hour passes

He hasn’t come home yet

But he will and when he does

Oh naked on the bed she’ll put a bullet in his gut

She’s dead inside

A vacancy persists behind those eyes

She laughs and smiles she’s coming back to life

Ooo, that’s right

Tonight’s the night

It’s for self defense she smiles and slips it underneath the mattress

Lights another cigarette as hour after hour passes

He hasn’t come home yet but he will and when he does

Oh naked on the bed she’ll put a bullet in his gut

It’s four o clock

She hears his keys stumble round the lock

She can smell his breath across the house it reeks like hell

«Hello 911»

«Tell us your emergency my son»

«She came at me brandishing a gun

I had to do something now it’s done»