Texty: Dan Le Sac. 5 Minutes.

Each night she lays quivering, shivering here,
Asking why she keeps forgiving him, hidden in fear,
At work she has a glistening, driven career,
But at home with one swing of the fist it disappears, [X2]

She'd often dream of different ways of breaking free from his noose grip,
Its one thing to see a path but its another to choose it,
Its one thing to want to run but its another to do it,
Its one thing to buy a gun but its another to use it;

But buy a gun she did and it made her feel good,
She told herself if she really had to use it she would,
The next night, drunk at the bed he stood,
She said she'd take it no more and she prayed he'd understood.

But he didnt take to kindly to being put in his place,
She fled after the first blow and of course he gave chase
She sat hunched, holding a gun praying she wasnt pursued,
But when the door swung a ruby red fountain ensued.

She watched in awe as his power cascaded on the floor,
It wasnt long before the police came bursting through the door,
In store, a new prison, enforced by the law,
And she lay out a whisper with the strength of a roar;

For the bad times I wish you'd just admit and never cast a shadow across my bed,
But for the good times I wish you five minutes in heaven before the devil knows your dead
For the bad times I wish you'd just admit and never cast a shadow across my bed,
But for the good times I wish you five minutes in heaven before the devil knows your dead

Each night she lays quivering, shivering there,
I wonder how we came to live in unforgiving despair,
I find myself given to delivering stares,
As the smell of Glennfidich starts Sieving the air. [X2]

As the bullet flew towards me I swear time stood still,
I felt every single emotion that a man could feel,
How did i get here? How could this even be real?
How could I become a person that a loved one could kill?

It wasn't always this way, I once saw love in those eyes,
That now just despise and chastise all my lies,
As my sarcastic replies each new drunken guise,
And worst of all these heavy hands which surmised our demise.

There was a time when we never thought the honeymoon would end,
She was my wife, my love my confidant and my friend,
But it seems these days happiness can depend,
On financial stability, and the need to contend,

But I make no excuse, I let it get this way,
Other people live their lives on the minimum wage,
I was the one that couldnt cope and let it turn to rage,
Now im looking down the barrel, Playing guess the gauge.


For the bad times i cannot be acquitted or let off as the bullet enters my head,
For the good times i wish for 5 minutes in heaven before the devil knows I'm Dead.
For the bad times i cannot be acquitted or let off as the bullet enters my head,
For the good times i wish for 5 minutes in heaven before the devil knows I'm Dead.


Before the devil knows I'm Dead.