Dad's bad news

Don't believe a word your

grandfather says

He's been classified grade A psychotic

You see it from the hole in his head

A saner man would have used a bigger gun



Degeneration AH AH AH AH AH

The lunatic clause was written for you



The Story sponken is a story unheard

by you so listen cause it's unbelievable

A certain trait has passed while centuries turned

This certain trait has been a family tradition



No simple way to tell you, son

We share the same red tainted blood

I'm gonna kill me, you're gonna kill you

Killing you...



Don't believe a word you're

grandfater says

Don't believe a word you're grandfater says

Don't believe a word you're grandfater says

He's a psychotic, a grade A psychotic


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