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 step farther but nonetheless

The way he chews his food

Rips right through your senses



Stepchild, there's a knife in a drawer in a 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 heart 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 will be no one to meet me

I know there will be no one to meet me"

But still the step-child press the knife to her throat

Heart pointing to the sky

"Just as mother-less birds fly high

Then so shall I

So shall I

So shall I

So shall I

So shall I"