Just like that, you’re gone
Won’t be back, you're gone
Just like that, snap, gone
That’s my dad, scrap-heap John

You were there a minute ago, then ya disappeared
All of a sudden your shadow vanished, image unclear
Just like that, I’m asking questions to a mirror
Damn, I miss my dad, I feel lost in here

Spontaneous, out of the blue, no sad goodbye
Poppa popped a fuse, randomly decided to die
We all confused, everyone surprised
What do we do? This gonna ruin our lives

Dad kept me from the lies, raised to respect
He disguised family ties, he paid off those debt
bloodsuckers and leaches, he wrote the cheques
Even after his death ya’ll try to bogart whats left

I hope nothing less then a broken neck, or a lot of suffering
You should expect this, nephew is stepping up to that uncle fuckery
I betchu you still love me, no matter what I say or do
But I’m putting this on the record, Uncle _____ I hate you,


Just like that, you’re gone
Won’t be back, you're gone
Just like that, snap, gone
That’s my dad, scrap-heap John

You best beware, little Mickey is at large
You can’t predict me, I got junky Johnny’s spark
This pretzel I got, it’s salty, just like my heart
No physical attack, but I will slap you with my art

You won’t bleed, you’ll believe I still love
But I cut deep, when I beef with my blood
I will give you the bullet, so you can eat the slug
I’ll even write the eulogy, for these useless fucks

The confusions cleared up, now Im seeing straight
I come from a different pedigree, we just don’t relate
Ya’ll permanent morons, perpetual doofuses
I’ll telling you, my uncles are the 3 stooges

Booze hounds, and ya'll abusive and greedy
You want another hand out, are you kidding me?
You’re cash cow ran out, you can’t pay utilities
I don’t give a fuck, there is no relation between you and me

Just like that, I'm gone
Won’t be back, I'm gone
Just like that, snap, gone
Take a nap, Yawn

Kiss my ass, Gord and Ron
Lenny can lick a toilet with that serpent tongue
Tell me Im doing this wrong, family don’t air it like this
Tell me I’m an embarrassment to to my parents

I mean, parent, but what’s apparent is,
Ya’ll a bunch of vermin, ya’ll are parasidic
Call the paramedic, or the witch doctor
Because ya'll pissed off the spirit of my dead father

So, Im gonna drop ya, I ain’t even paying attention
Fuck the drama, ya’ll just make my head spin
See me as an alien, a reptilian peeling off the dead skin
Just cut off the cancerous bits, its the best medicine