Revenge is Not a Dish, It's a Concept Lyrics

He took my daughter last night

He came in through her bedroom window

He left not a clue, He left not a trace

Not even a note on how to get her back

The cops, they don't know where to begin

"It seems like a ransom, he'll probably call"

Our phone sits quiet for weeks on end

I just want to hear my daughter's voice again

The days go by, the hope does fade

Is she in pain? Is she in pain?

Will I hear my daughter's voice again?

Six months later I get the call

Your daughter's body has finally been found

in a garbage bag in the forest bed

Some hikers found her by chance

She's been there for quite some time

and we can't tell what happened to her

But we'll find the bastard who did this

And we'll make sure he sees justice

The days go by, the hope does fade

Was she in pain? Was she in pain?

I won't hear my daughter's voice again?

And what is justice for this man?

What's less than death would be a sham

He took my daughter, I'll take from him

Sure enough, they caught him 2 weeks later

They're able to pin him on DNA

They parade his face all on the news each night

And I have to stare at his dead eyes

He said "I know what I did was wrong, but I can't help myself"

"You see, I'm sick, I'm in so much pain"

And his jury bought it hook, line and sinker

So I'll have to take this in my hands

It's sentencing time

Please rise

I shot him once in the stomach and twice in the head

The latter was excess to make sure he's dead

They come and they swarm me, but I can rest easy

My daughter's got the justice she deserves