I'm packing up boxes
I'm moving away
I went to see mother
She's in her grave
  
She forced me to do it
at only two
Choke on her boyfriend
Spit, swallow, and chew
  
She labeled me branded
Her lies, never true
I'm still fighting rumors
And living the blues
  
I was so beaten
Had welts that were bleeding
The teachers were screaming
Get out of our school
  
Then, one day I fought back
Whenever attacked
Did twenty-two push-ups
And more jumping jacks
  
I took her to court
And the judge said "you're lying"
And all mother did
was just sit there, just crying
  
They said I could go
to the county's safe home
But, it wouldn't be easy
With their share of sleazies
  
My father remarried
Had no time for me
He had a new family
Much different from me
  
Finally, I couldn't
stand it no more
And murdered my mother
That red headed *****
  
I'm packing up boxes
I'm moving away
She's lying there rotting-
in hell.  In her grave