Lyrics

Shadow of a man closin' in on a gray tombstone.
Sweat beads run down his face
A chill runs through his bones.
That crooked smile, those angry eyes, haunt his memory.
The wicked stench of whiskey breath,
The sounds of his mama’s screams.

What have you done, what have you done?
Oh what have you done to your own Flesh and Blood?
What have you done, what have you done?
Oh what have you done to your own Flesh and Blood?

It happened late one Friday night, Daddy came stumbling in.
All hell broke loose when Mama said,
“Where in Heaven’s name have you been?”
He hit her so hard, she knew this time
She’d need a miracle to stay alive
Then she saw her son’s trembling hands
Wrapped around Daddy’s 45.

What have you done, what have you done?
Oh what have you done to your own Flesh and Blood?
What have you done, what have you done?
Oh what have you done to your own Flesh and Blood?

Here lies a man. Buried in the mud by his own Flesh and Blood.

What have you done, what have you done?
Oh what have you done to your own Flesh and Blood?
What have you done, what have you done?
Oh what have you done to your own Flesh and Blood?