Evil Has Been Rid – 18th August 1985

Momma shatters glass with her ferocious voice
Dad went crazy and gave her no choice
He flew off the handle and smacked her in the face
Then she disappeared, vanished with a trace

She left the kids behind to face the fist
Dad had another drink, he was getting pissed
Through alcoholic eyes, he saw all his hate
This was his last chance before it was too late

He’s hurting his kids
Through alcoholic mists
Shows them his love
With his feet and fists

Kids are so scared to tell the truth
They know the problems of their father’s youth
Now he takes it out any way he can
Cos he can still hear the cries of his friends in Vietnam

He burns his children with no feeling of regret
The visions of death in war haven’t left him yet
So he turned to drink to try and ease the pain
But those memories have never left his brain

He’s hurting his kids
Through alcoholic mists
Shows them his love
With his feet and fists

No one can help him, can see past those eyes
He can still hear echoes of dying soldiers cries
No one can help the kids, just another child that dies
They can still hear Momma’s shattering cries

Now the kids are dead
The evil has been rid
They locked their daddy up
For the evil that he did