Dad you the one
That filled me with this hate
It can't be help now
It’s far too late

You wouldn’t left me be your son
Or even a friend
Now one of us will meet
A tragic end

So meet me in the courtyard
When the clock strikes noon
In half and hours time
One of us will die soon

Why couldn’t you love me?
Treat me like a son
No time for questions
Time to draw our guns

The clock hits noon
The guns fire their blast
One man lies dead
Cause of the others tormented past

I still live
But my father is dead
Killed from my hate
And the shot to his head

Ive killed my father
So I must die as well
Place the gun under my chin
We’ve earned out places in hell

I never could have been your son
We never could have been friends
But together we face
Our tragic ends