Brock Zeman - Breanna Harrison Lyrics
She quit school for the factory, had no time to waste being a kidThere's rats in the pantry, bottles lying all over the floorBeen so long in this kind of living that she don t even notice anymoreThe devil's sleeping in the living roomUnderneath her pillow there is a gunThere are some things that need seeing toAnd crying just don't seem to get it doneThis is your life: Breanna HarrisonBreanna's Daddy was a gambler and a mean old hard drinking manWho did most of his talking with the back of his handHer mama was the prom queen, she says she' did the best she couldNow she wears shades when she steps out to try and cover up her bruiseA light flashed on in the hallwayHe's at her door with that look on his faceShe slips her hand beneath her pillowShe'll be damned if she'll let it happen all againShe ain't never gonna let it happen ever againNow there's blood in the hallway, five shell's left in a six-gunSiren's screaming out in the distanceHow did things get so bad? Breanna Harrison.
