Hanging by His Hair

Helpless and hanging around

Inches away from the ground

Where I'm gonna be found

By my father

It's kinda cloudy and gray

Soon they'll be coming my way

Maybe it's better this way

For my father

In front of family and friends

I killed my brother and then

I tried to do it again

To my father

Soon I'm gonna be dead

But I slept on his bed

With his women and said

**** you, father

I never thought that I would be

Discovered in a hardwood tree

Hanging by my hair above

A pair of mating turtle doves