Tear Up The Picture of My Kids

There comes a point when nothing grips me,

I walk down to the local park.

I feed the ducks and watch the squirrels

Committing treason, breaking hearts.

They band together,

Take my wallet.

Tear up the picture of my kids.

One day I will

Kick their faces in.

They dig tiny

Blades into my shin.

They've got it coming, oh, they've got it coming.

I want to set their tails ablaze.

I climb the tree, I'll peek through their nest.

I see them eating, sleeping in their beds.

They mock the colour of my jeans,

I make a ringtone of their screams.

I tell my kids wait in the car,

Daddy's back before it's dark'.

I clip and light my last cigar

Then turn their bodies into art.

One day I will (I said I will)

Kick their faces in. (In the face)

They dig tiny (very small)

Blades into my shin.

I gave it to them,

Oh, I gave it to them.

I wear their fur across my wrist