Stepchild, you have outlived your time
You represent embarrassment and failure
And the father who must be killed
Is the blight upon your blighted life
And his might is his legal right
To ground you down
Stepchild, with every petty swipe
You just might find you're fighting for your life
And the father who must be killed
Is a stepfather, but nonetheless
The way he chews his food
Rips right through your senses
Stepchild, there's a knife in a drawer in the room downstairs
And you, you know what you must do
So the stepchild ran with a knife to his sleeping frame
And slams it in his arms, his legs, his face, his neck, and says
"There's a law against me now"
And the father who must be killed
With his dying breath he grabs her hand
And he looks into her eyes
He says "I'm sorry" and he dies
Stepchild, I release you
With this broken voice I beseech you
"Why are lives so short?"
The stepchild thought
Half-pointing to the sky
No-one to warn me, no hand to touch me
And no bible-belters to mess with me
Mama, don't miss me
Mama, don't miss me
This death will complete me
But where I go there'll be no-one to meet me
I know there'll be no-one to meet me
But still the stepchild pressed
The knife to her throat
Half-pointing to the sky
Just as motherless birds fly high
Then so shall I
So shall I
So shall I
So shall I
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