"You always hurt the ones you love," A phrase that fits some like a glove, They beat, they bruise, they hide their fears, They live this life of undried tears, (Chorus) Like dominos stacked in a line, A house tradition that withstands time, "You beat me, I will beat mine," Like dominos stacked in a line, You break their bones, And blame them when you're left alone, You plant the seeds of broken homes, For they'll repeat it when they have grown.