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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. |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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Justified |