There was one September day that papa worked too hard   First he crucified every dandelion out in the yard   Then he screamed at baby twice for throwin' rocks at passin' cars   Baby didn't listen, so like a priceless work of art      He got snatched by his papa who then opened up the closet door   And pushed the four year old down, onto the closet floor   Baby cried "I'm sorry, I won't do it no more"   Papa said "Yeah, I know, that's what this here's for"      Smack, papa   Smack, smack, papa, papa   Smack, papa   Smack, smack, papa, papa      As the door closes, baby starts to cry   "Please don't lock me up again, without a reason why"   Papa just went outside and pointed a shotgun up in the sky   He said "How come I don't love my woman?"   Then he took aim and died      Boom, papa   Boom, boom, papa, papa   Boom, papa   Boom, boom, papa, papa      Don't abuse children, or else they turn out like me      Fair to partly crazy, deep down we're all the same   Every single one of us knows some kind of pain   In the middle of all that's crazy, this one fact still remains   If you love somebody, your life won't be in vain      And there's always a rainbow, at the end of every rain