He counts the copper pennies in the drawer He locks the pantry, checks the cellar door I watch him sign his name upon the deed Stripping away the inheritance we need He leaves us nothing but his heavy name And expects two women to accept the shame I saw him trap you in the pantry shade I saw the bruise his heavy knuckles made He thinks this house is built of stone and wood And every soul inside must do as told A tyrant doesn't break under a prayer He only grows more heavy on the stair He’s taking everything we have to give Neither of us can stay in this house and live If God won't reach his hand into this room Then we will be the ones to seal his doom You scrub his collar clean of parlor dust Your hands are bleeding, turning raw as rust He laughs when you drop down upon your knees He treats this home exactly as he please He sleeps tonight without a single thought Unaware of what his greed has bought Hold out your hand and promise me tonight We won't go quietly into the light One heavy iron blow to end his reign One silent morning to erase the pain A tyrant doesn't break under a prayer He only grows more heavy on the stair He’s taking everything we have to give Neither of us can stay in this house and live If God won't reach his hand into this room Then we will be the ones to seal his doom Tomorrow when the sun comes up... When he drinks his morning cup... Don't be afraid, Bridget... It’s time...
