Your Sicko Dad

When dreams control their dreamers
Felonies turn into misdemeanors, because
No one wants to believe they're all that bad
That's when daddy tells his daughter
Exactly what it means to be her father, and how
Every night should be the prom for your sicko dad

And your mom won't tell
Cause this living hell ain't all that bad
In fact
The car she's driving is the best she's ever had

Your daddy's a believer
The truth is on the lips of the deceiver, when the
Liars lips are sugar sweet and apple red
He says "there's no need to make this messy, I mean
God made sex so God is probably sexy, and a
Girl's a girl and a bed is just a bed."

And your mom won't tell
She was raised in hell, and in hell it's said
That you
Change the sheets, but you don't ever change the bed

Dreams can be tragic
When they make the lies magically seem true
Like
Thou shalt not covet
But baby, you'll love it when daddy do
And daddy do
Want to dance the night away with you
And daddy do
Want to chase the light away from you
From you

"Why don't you come over here and sit on daddy's lap?"

The devil wears a sweater
Raon slacks, a quart of English Leather, and he
Likes to talk about the day when you was had
And mom
Just listens from the kitchen, shakes her head
And mumbles to herself how it's so sad

But it's just as well
If you get used to hell, it won't be so bad
When you finally recognize the piece that's missing
Locked away in your own tiny kitchen
Just talking to yourself about your sicko dad