...better late than never (formerly the rubber bullets)

Lyrics

HONEY, I’M HOME

God damn it, girl, I did not marry you
So that you could burn my shirts
Or so you could burn my food
What’s the matter with you?
Are you trying to get hurt?
Learn to control the heat
Or you’re going to feel the beat
Out back there’s a large selection of wood
That’ll help me in making myself understood

And it hurts you more than it hurts me
But I demand to be understood!
And it hurts you more than it hurts me
And it hurts you
And it hurts you more than it hurts me
But it’s better than being alone…
Honey, I’m home

God damn it, girl, I did not marry you
So that you could swell up fat
Or so the house could look a mess
What’s the matter with you?
Are you trying to drive me mad?
Your future goes unspoken
Things are gonna get broken
I can’t help it that you married a bum!
I can’t help it that you were so dumb!

And it hurts you more than it hurts me
But I demand to be understood!
And it hurts you more than it hurts me
And it hurts you
And it hurts you more than it hurts me
And it hurts you
And it hurts you more than it hurts me
And it hurts you
And it hurts you more than it hurts me
But it’s better than being alone…
Honey, I’m home

© 1982 Robert M. Shaffer and Stephen D. MacPherson