In the summer of 94
A policman knocked on my suburban door
He told a tale of death and lie
And told me to come and indentify

I cried the tears of sorrow and sad
I swore revenge upon the bad
And as the sun rose in 95
I knew that I would make someone die

I travelled the world far and near
Contained with the mindset of my father dear
I saw a man bragging about hat and death
I took my knife and stabbed him in the chest

So came along 99
I knew that I had served my time
I had rid of all the bad
And avenged my loving dad