| Late at night you open the door
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| Your old man’s drunk and madder then hell
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| Another violent conflict, you never asked for this
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| The place that you call home is now a cell
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| He’s punching out your mother, and now he turns on you
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| This always seems to happen every night
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| You’re heading for the kitchen, you grab a butcher knife
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| This time you know you’re gonna have to fight
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| You warn him that you’ve had enough
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| This time he’s gonna get what he deserves
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| He charges. |
| you knife him
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| You wasted him before you lost your nerve
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| Parricide
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| You stabbed him twenty times. |
| It only seemed like once
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| Your family’s in a state of shock
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| The bastard lies there lifeless, your mother starts to scream
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| You know you’re gonna have to call the cops
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| You warned him, that you’d had enough
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| This time he had to get whet he deserved
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| He charged you, you knifed him
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| You wasted him before you lost your nerve
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| Parricide
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| The cops are knocking on your door. |
| the neighbours crowd outside
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| An ambulance is wailing In the night
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| They put the cuffs on, read your rights and lock you in their car
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| They question you about the violent fight
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| Neighbours start to glare at you, the ambulance arrives
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| They bring the bloody carcass out in sheets
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| You had to kill In self-defense you didn’t have a choice
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| You had to carve him like a piece of meat
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| Seventeen days later, you’re sitting in the court
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| They set you free they knew they should acquit
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| In spite of how you killed him, your self-defense was just
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| The punishment you dealt him seemed to fit
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| Parricide Justified |