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 motherless birds fly high then so shall I      So shall I   So shall I   So shall I   So shall I