Father comes home ´cos his money´s run out -
seems a little loose tonight, he starts to shout.

Dinner´s not on the table, seems mother´s not able,
she´s staring at the TV.

You can smell it on his breath, feel it in his touch,
he never meant to hit her hard, but he´s like that when he´s had too much.

It´s just another story ´bout going too far,
it´s just another story ´bout going too far.

Well the kid´s at school, she´s getting good grades,
but the peer pressure´s starting now - too bad, she had it made.

Seems there´s always someone trying to push you to do something, you know, ain´t the way they told you to -
it´s hard to see
the things you taught her, how to be, it´s like you told her nothing, selective memory.

Come on try it, it´s just a smoke, ain´t gonna kill you, so she takes a toke -
fade to grey.

It´s just another story ´bout going too far,
it´s just another story ´bout going too far.

Well the guys at work seemed OK, they´d buy you a drink, get you laid, what´s wrong with that?

Why´d they have more money than you, expensive cars, expensive clothes, d´you ever think of what they do?

At night they´re out, shakin´ people down, when they´re walking together seems they own the town.

But hey, who´s gonna talk, you are their alibi, don´t turn around, don´t ask questions, just walk -

It´s just another story ´bout going too far,
it´s just another story ´bout going too far.