Run My Course

What thoughts are running through your young head?
Well, honey, do you wish I was dead? I know you do
You're gunna learn 'cause I'm your main source
I ain't no measured mile, I'll make you run my course

You better act sweet, don'tcha treat me like dirt
You're 'bout to get it, darlin', for all that you're worth
If I have to scream 'till my voice gets hoarse
I'll take no backtalk, Lord! You'll run my course

And in the night I'll make you suffer
All your days are gonna rain
When you think you've felt the misery
I'll make you lonely just the same

So you better act sweet, don'tcha treat me like dirt
You're 'bout to get it, darlin', for all that you're worth
If I have to scream 'til my voice gets hoarse
I'll take no back talk, Lord! You'll run my course