Phil Collins Just Another Story
Father comes home 'cause his money's run out.
Seems a little loose tonight. He starts to shout.
His dinner's not on the table.
Seems mother's not able.
She's staring at the T.V.
You could smell it on his breath
And feel it in his touch.
He never meant to hit her hard,
But he's like that when he's had too much.
It's just another story about going too far.
It's just another story about going too far.
Well, the kid's at school, she's getting good grades,
But the peer pressure's starting now.
Too bad - she had it made.
Seems there's always someone trying to push you
To do something, you know,
Ain't the way they told you to. It's hard to see.
Well, the things you taught her, how to be,
It's like you told her nothing. Selective memory.
"Come on, just try it, it's only a smoke,
Ain't gonna kill you," so she takes a toke...
Fade to grey.
It's just another story about going too far.
Just another story about going too far.
Well, the guys at work seemed OK. Buy you a drink,
Get you laid - what's wrong with that?
Why'd they have more money than you,
Expensive cars, and expensive clothes?
Do you ever think of what they do?
At night, they're out shaking people down.
When they're walking together, seems they own the town.
But hey, who's gonna talk? You are their alibi.
Don't turn around. Don't ask questions. Just walk.
It's just another story about going too far.
It's just another story about going too far.
Just another story about going too far.
Just another story about going too far.
