Why (Mackie's Childhood Song)

Wwwwwwwwwwhy was my father so nasty?
Why did he beat me up?
Why did he abuse me daily
Threaten my throat to cut?
Why did he… beat up my mother
Beat up my mother, as well?
Why did he make both of our lives
Into a living Hell?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why did he punch me in the face
And punch my mother as well?
Why did he leer and smile at us
As the bruises on our faces did swell?
Why did I stab him in the back
Laugh as he shouted out?
Why did he bleed on the carpet?
Why does his blood all spurt out?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why as we followed, followed his hearse
Why did his memory we curse?
Why did we spit on his coffin
As they lowered it into the earth?
Why did they arrest me
Lock me away in a cell?
Why did my mother die of a broken heart
After feeling unwell?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why did they lock me up
When I was his victim and slave?
Well, when I get out of this prison cell
I’m going to go and piss on his grave!