"Something totally different
How was your father?
I mean was he, uh..."
He was a complete sadist
He liked to beat people
And I was the smallest one around
So he beat on me
Especially with this razor strap
Which he folded double
And just laid upon me
Again and again and again
Unfortunately I was there
I was the victim
There was nothing I could do
He was bigger than I was
And I don't know what to say about it
It just kept happening
Any excuse
He would just beat me
"You really hated him?
Because there's a story in
Hot Water Music
Called The Death Of A Father
And you write
'my father's funeral was a cold hamburger
He was an ignorant man
Cruel
Patriotic
Money hungry
A liar
A coward'"
Yes he was
But I didn't hate him
I have one problem
I don't hate people
They disgust me and I wanna get away from them
I do not have hatred
I have one problem
I don't hate people
I do not have hatred
I do not have hatred
I have an escape mechanism
Many times
Somebody disgust me
I just wanna get away from them
I'm sorry if this sounds
Holy or something
But I don't have
Hatred
I have escape
I have...
No I didn't hate my father
I just want to get away from him
And I did
And I came back
And finally
He forced me too far
And I knocked him out
Or knocked him down
Rather
I didn't knock him out
I knocked him on his ass
Well he got up
He fell upon the couch
I waited for him to get up
And he wouldn't get up
I was very discouraged
This man must be a coward
In my blood is his blood
I thought
I've got bad blood here
This man won't get up
In my blood is his blood
I thought
I've got bad blood here
This man won't get up
So
I have one problem
I don't hate people
They disgust me and I wanna get away from them
I do not have hatred
I have one problem
I don't hate people
I do not have hatred
I do not have hatred
"Did you cry when he died?"
Cry?
I never cry baby
"Never?"
Of course I do
But not at his death, no
I didn't rejoice either
But
After he died
I felt like a different person
Like I've been freed
I started feeling happier
I got luckier
I laughed more
I felt better
I don't know
Maybe I wanted him to die
I don't know
I've got a line in one of my poems
That says
‘A father's your master
Even when he's gone’
Son of a bitch I have to find him yet
And kick him again
Then we'll both be in hell
I'll find him
I have one problem
I don't hate people
They disgust me and I wanna get away from them
I do not have hatred
I have one problem
I don't hate people
I do not have hatred
I do not have hatred
I have one problem
I don't hate people
They disgust me and I wanna get away from them
I do not have hatred
I have one problem
I don't hate people
I do not have hatred
I do not have hatred