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Wake up at 2 AM to the sound of screaming, tears and crashing
She’s cowering up against the wall while he stands over her
Bellowing, his fists come down, he wants his keys, he wants his way
She’s ten years younger, half his size, two month old kid, nowhere to go
Hey vato, I don’t care how they do things in your country
I’m not standing here ignoring things under my own roof

Two cops climb up the stairs, he’s standing there with his feathers out
She’s locked herself up in the baño, sobbing like a child
They slap the cuffs on him, she begs and pleads, she wants no trouble
They shake their heads and leave as one, she gives him what he asked for
Out the door they go at 2:15, la familia nuclear
My stomach’s tight and I can’t sleep
I don’t know if I did the right thing or not.

Am I still an anarchist when I’m dialing 911?

©2001 J Neo Marvin (BMI)