Why continue the cycle of dread
There is no moral need for that
A simple shotgun to the head
And that cycle just goes splat
Fuck all is what are the consequence
Fathers should just not be like that
It just doesn't make no sense
Once done there is no coming back
Keep your filthy hands to yourself
And just leave your kids alone
You have no thoughts of retribution
I am hell bent on a happy home
Take your time, abuser
Get your story straight
It's not the cops you'd worry
I am joining the Army mate
I am coming back to see you
Your putrid story must be told
I will take my family's vengeance
Hold my head up and break your hold
Break your hold
Just what were you thinking
Sis and I were oh so young
With your breath all beer and stinking
Did you think it should be fun
My concept of personal intimacy
Is permanently scarred from that
You destroyed both of your children
So you could get your jollies, raise a fat
Take your time, abuser
Get your story straight
It's not the cops you'd worry
I am joining the Army mate
I am coming back to see you
Your putrid story must be told
I will take my family's vengeance
Hold my head up and break your hold
Get my head up and break your mold
I love you, but for Fuck's sake Dad