Keep on beatin' them down, what could make you so mad to beat your own children black and blue The beat downs turn to you, your children black and blue once again, black and blue once again,
The old man's drunk again, from the hand that feeds has turned into a fist, the nightmares are our memories, the broken homes and nose that bleed, domestic violence tragedies, you need to make a choice cause things will never change
The nightmares are our memories, the broken homes and nose that bleed, domestic violence tragedies, Keep on beatin' them down, what could make you so mad to beat your own children?