I couldn't paint you a picture with a thousand words
He discovered the truth from things he overheard
They have a son among the accursed
Hitherto, if it's true that we choose
What's it gotta do with you?
It makes me wanna scream

He's so good when he talks to his mother
She found out that we were lovers
His father disappeared like he was never here
It makes me wanna scream, oh

Nothing's changed from the kid they raised
Never look back just to save their face
They have a son they don't deserve
Well, you get what you fucking deserve, dickhead

He's so good when he talks to his mother
She found out that we were lovers
His father disappeared like he was never here
It makes me wanna scream, oh
He broke down when he lost his mother
But he found love in the arms of another
His father's so austere, his boy's a fucking queer
It makes him wanna scream, oh

He's so good when he talks to his mother
She found out that we were lovers
His father disappeared like he was never here
It makes me wanna scream, oh
He broke down when he lost his mother
But he found love in the arms of another
His father's so austere, his boy's a fucking queer
It makes him wanna scream, oh

He's so good when he talks to his mother
She found out that we were lovers
His father disappeared like he was never here
It makes me want to scream