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