Текст песни What I Got from You - Steven Page

My curly brown hair
My sense of despair
My taste for the lesser works of Cher
I don't fucking care
My overachieving heir
When your own mother thinks you're mad
It's time to go out and find your real dad
The avian flu
I swear that it's true
It's what I got from you
My high GPA
My premature gray
All of the stupid things I say
The fact that I'm gay
I think I'll just run away
All the parts no one understands
The angry eczema on my hands
Its perfectly clear
That everything here
Is what I got from you
This sensation has hasten
The stimulation of my blessed overactive
Imagination
Of you
My ego and pride
My soul that has died
My fantasy scheme of patricide
(Your moms side)
The loss of my bride
The loss of my dignity
So this is the gratitude I get?
Daddy you ain't seen nothin' yet
What a sunny world view
After all that I do
Is what I got from you