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