Lyrics:

Written by Jerry Cantrell Alabama trailer park they call home Boy standing at attention in the corner his own Terrified, scorpion crawling the wall By the way father, could you please beat me some more? Anger rising up inside him yet again Tell me you got a plan Deaf and blind I'm living with the lepers and You want to hold my hand Cold Alaska, hiding, bundled up tight Stretch aluminum foil 'cross the window at night Mother crying, calling out up the stairs By the way father, do you even care that I'm scared? Chorus Repeat chorus with