Brock Zeman Breanna Harrison lyrics

The sink's full of dishes ain't a scrap of food in the fridge
She quit school for the factory, had no time to waste being a kid
There's rats in the pantry, bottles lying all over the floor
Been so long in this kind of living that she don t even notice anymore

The devil's sleeping in the living room
Underneath her pillow there is a gun
There are some things that need seeing to
And crying just don't seem to get it done
This is your life: Breanna Harrison

Breanna's Daddy was a gambler and a mean old hard drinking man
Who did most of his talking with the back of his hand
Her mama was the prom queen, she says she' did the best she could

Now she wears shades when she steps out to try and cover up her bruise

A light flashed on in the hallway
He's at her door with that look on his face
She slips her hand beneath her pillow
She'll be damned if she'll let it happen all again
She ain't never gonna let it happen ever again

Now there's blood in the hallway, five shell's left in a six-gun
Siren's screaming out in the distance
How did things get so bad? Breanna Harrison.