It wasn’t her, it wasn’t me.

Don’t lie, I saw you flee,

flee from all of this misery.

We all knew who, so let me ask you;

“What did _you_ do?”

Your mother is dead,

your father in a hospital bed.

Look at all of this blood you have shed.

None of us knew, please let me ask you;

“_What_ did you do!?”

Now you’re on the stand,

answering questions on command.

You say it wasn’t from your hand.

Tell me the truth, let me ask you;

“What _did_ you do?”

You’re getting let free,

but I know you are guilty.

You will never escape me.

I know the truth, but let me ask you;

“What did you _do_?”