Fuck you Paul Burkett (that’s my dad)
I’m glad that you are dead
You weren’t a father or a parent
More an acquaintance than a friend
(You called me every 2 or 3 months
Then my band got popular
That’s why at your funeral
I said I wish I knew my father)
I’ve changed my name to make sure
That your surname won’t live on
When I’m dead our family history will be gone