Dad’s bad news (Letra)
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
