Who Did What
In for something, didn't do,
it only could have been me or you,
one of us did it, but who.
Three sides to every story,
time to take some inventory,
trying to protect old glory.
One version blames the youth,
one version is like pulling a tooth,
third version is the truth.
Caught in bed with another,
warned about you by mother,
now there is one dead brother.
Used to be innocent and pure,
then came that deadly detour,
never felt so immature.
Found brother in the bed,
but with wife instead,
which of us brothers are dead.
The wife grabbed a loaded gun,
a mother about to lose a son,
no one here really won.
Which one did she shoot,
the air she did pollute,
a brother in his birthday suit.
One in hell, the other in jail,
set to high, was the bail,
weigh the tension with a scale.
Found innocent, then she fled,
blood still stains my old bed,
when I escape, she'll be dead.