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Dystopia - Diary of a Battered Child lyrics

Artist: Dystopia

album: The Aftermath


Son! (Yeah, dad)
How's your day, pal?
(Great, dad. How's yours?)
Super. Say, son
How'd you like to go fishing this weekend?
(Great, dad. But I've got homework to do)
That's alright, son. You can do it on the boat
(Gee!)
Isn't my son swell?
Isn't life swell?


Smack, my head hits the wall
Don't know why this is happening to me
A role model for me in this world
"Do as I say and not as I do"
Another slap across my face
Just to show me that you care
How can I fucking love you?
What love do you have to share? Why?
Someday there's gonna be hell to pay
For treating your son this way
You can't take my dignity
Without destroying your love for me

And you wonder why I hate your fucking guts
No more time for apologies, fuck you

Grown apart from you
I'm told that I am stupid
You taught me all I know
That I'm so fucking worthless
And that my life's a joke
Curled up in a ball, in a ball
Is how I spent my fucking life
I tremble in fear and I'm bloody
And I can't stop the tears from flooding my eyes
What have I done to deserve
The agony you call love
I got a broken arm and stitches
While other kids got kisses and hugs
Love, abuse
Ever since I'm born
I get them confused
You never cared, you never will
When I die
Don't come to my funeral
Stupid, worthless
No good, goddamn, freeloading son of a bitch
Retarded, big mouth, know-it-all, asshole, jerk
You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful
Shut up, bitch. Go fix me a turkey pot pie
What about you, dad?
Fuck you
No dad, what about you?
Fuck you
No, dad. What about you?
Fuck you!

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