Your father roars like a dinosaur
Your father's head snapped and reason was gone
He beat your mother and sent her blood to pour across the tiled floor
Your dear old dad, the dinosaur
He told you calmly, "Son, be strong.
I hate to tell you but your mother is gone.
She cut her wrists and sent her blood to pour across the tiled floor.
Your dear old mum, the wretched whore."
Tied around your neck, you've got a tail pinned to the waist
of your muddy torn jeans.
And a cap
A logic-defying helmet that shoots laser beams and crap
But you won't bend 'cause you've got superhuman strength.
A few years pass and now you're alone
And at your feet rests your mother's tombstone.
The knotted grass, a dirty brown, reminds you of that tiled floor
The horrid mess you never saw.
And the dinosaur sleeps in the same old home
The house you left for a place of your own
Same peeling walls and a sickly shining gleam of cracked tiled floor
You try to resist and temptation is gone.
Heard the ear crushing ring of the telephone
That familiar sound of your father's tone
Says he's sick of looking at the stain your mother made on that bloodied tiled floor
Says he needs some help to scrub it back to how it was before.
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