Testo di Parricide

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