Words and music: Bob Hartman

I think it's gone far enough
I can't take it anymore
I've got to even up the score
For he sweeps me off the floor
I really gotta find a way
Of taking care of him for good
I know he'd kill me if he could
So I'll nail him to the wood

Killing my old man
You may not understand
He's a terrible man
Gotta make a stand
Kill the old man

Every time that I think he's gone and I've finally won
He just keeps coming back and puts me on the run

I think I'd better do it now
Get my hammer and a nail
I pray to God that I won't fail
Unless he'll keep me in the jail
I don't wanna stay in jail