Sin Studly
11-26-2005, 03:55 AM
So gather round ye children,
And listen to my epic tale,
A tale of somebodies father,
With winding sheets to unveil,
The tale of a pig who got shot down,
Trying to stop a larceny,
And a punk kid nobody loves,
And a murderer who walked free,
For No-Dad had an emo fit,
And to the board he cried,
Wah, no girls ever like me,
And "OHNOEZ, MY DADDY DIED!"
Twas a pitiful misjudged move,
For not a single person cared,
And everybody laughed at him,
As he sobbed and despaired,
For he was a stupid fucking tard,
Who led a worthless fucking life,
His dad probably drew his gun slow,
To escape his stupid son and wife,
And while I'm not exactly claiming,
It's entirely No-Dads fault,
But maybe if No-Dad wasn't born,
Dead-Dad would have drawn his Colt,
So hark to the tale of No-Dad,
Who gives a bad name to the orphans,
For he is a stupid lying fuck,
Who's an argument for abortions,
But maybe his dad isn't even dead,
Nor burned apon a funeral pyre,
"I'm fourteen, no, wait, seventeen,"
Yes, No-Dad's a worthless liar,
We know he's an attentionwhore,
Who makes up dumb retarded lies,
He probably wanted sympathy,
For the dead dad he fantasised,
And now people keep mocking him,
So he has to stick to his story,
"OhNOEZ omg my Daddy DIED,
Alone, dead, bloody and gory,"
So there'll be no sympathy for No-Dad,
As he bawls at the cemetary,
Until he goes and links us to,
His dead fathers obituary,
For we know it makes the papers,
When somebody shoots a cop,
Even if the only mention is,
"One more closed donut shop,"
So that's the end of No-Dad,
That Punk Kid who is so hated,
Who is now a favourite target,
Of the boys in Pain Incorporated,
And even as this ballad ends,
And not a single soul sheds a tear,
We'll raise a toast to the cop-killer,
And the daddy he made disappear,
So hark to the tale of No-Dad,
Who gives a bad name to the orphans,
For he is a stupid lying fuck,
Who's an argument for abortions,
But maybe his dad isn't even dead,
Nor burned apon a funeral pyre,
"I'm fourteen, no, wait, seventeen,"
Yes, No-Dad's a worthless liar.
And listen to my epic tale,
A tale of somebodies father,
With winding sheets to unveil,
The tale of a pig who got shot down,
Trying to stop a larceny,
And a punk kid nobody loves,
And a murderer who walked free,
For No-Dad had an emo fit,
And to the board he cried,
Wah, no girls ever like me,
And "OHNOEZ, MY DADDY DIED!"
Twas a pitiful misjudged move,
For not a single person cared,
And everybody laughed at him,
As he sobbed and despaired,
For he was a stupid fucking tard,
Who led a worthless fucking life,
His dad probably drew his gun slow,
To escape his stupid son and wife,
And while I'm not exactly claiming,
It's entirely No-Dads fault,
But maybe if No-Dad wasn't born,
Dead-Dad would have drawn his Colt,
So hark to the tale of No-Dad,
Who gives a bad name to the orphans,
For he is a stupid lying fuck,
Who's an argument for abortions,
But maybe his dad isn't even dead,
Nor burned apon a funeral pyre,
"I'm fourteen, no, wait, seventeen,"
Yes, No-Dad's a worthless liar,
We know he's an attentionwhore,
Who makes up dumb retarded lies,
He probably wanted sympathy,
For the dead dad he fantasised,
And now people keep mocking him,
So he has to stick to his story,
"OhNOEZ omg my Daddy DIED,
Alone, dead, bloody and gory,"
So there'll be no sympathy for No-Dad,
As he bawls at the cemetary,
Until he goes and links us to,
His dead fathers obituary,
For we know it makes the papers,
When somebody shoots a cop,
Even if the only mention is,
"One more closed donut shop,"
So that's the end of No-Dad,
That Punk Kid who is so hated,
Who is now a favourite target,
Of the boys in Pain Incorporated,
And even as this ballad ends,
And not a single soul sheds a tear,
We'll raise a toast to the cop-killer,
And the daddy he made disappear,
So hark to the tale of No-Dad,
Who gives a bad name to the orphans,
For he is a stupid lying fuck,
Who's an argument for abortions,
But maybe his dad isn't even dead,
Nor burned apon a funeral pyre,
"I'm fourteen, no, wait, seventeen,"
Yes, No-Dad's a worthless liar.