by Dean Friedman
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I was only four when my father left home.
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Little baby sister, mama and me.
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They were only children when they got married.
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How they gonna raise a family?
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Daddy got a job in a canned good factory
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Working like a fool day after day.
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Coming home to TV thrills and doctor bills
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Till he had to take a cut in pay. He said,
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I've had enough. I've had enough.
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I've had enough. I've had enough.
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I was always trouble when I was in school.
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Someone always making me tow the line.
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Finally went and told the bastard where to go.
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He can get theirs, but he can't touch mine.
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I was in the army when I was sixteen.
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All the rain I thought it would never stop
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Brought away an armload of souvenirs and
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Now you know I still can't find a job. I said,
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I've had enough. I've had enough.
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I've had enough. I've had enough.
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Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. I don't want to hurt.
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I have always done my best. But nothing seems to work. Nothing seems to work.
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I was never asking for charity,
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Only that I get what I have earned
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And that I be treated with respect
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And God knows why but you've still not learned.
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I am not a liar or insincere.
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I have always treated you people fair.
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There were times I turned my whole self inside out but damn it
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You never seemed to care. Now,
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I've had enough. I've had enough.
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I've had enough. I've had enough.
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I've Had Enough
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| Dean Friedman |
