The Father Who Must Be Killed

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 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 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 Half 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 --- The Father Who Must Be Killed - Morrissey