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