Gordon Gazella - Seasons Grievings from Fosterhome Lyrics

And hows a boy supposed to know thats blood stains
And hows a boy supposed to know that blood stays
And hows a boy supposed to know thats blood stains
And hows a boy supposed to know

Little child, daddys little monster
Bleed mommys got a dormant killer
Choo-choo trains away
Creepy spiders
Pick him up from the kitchen floor

Why is mom yelling in distress
Settle down I glued back 4 of his freaky legs
Afraid always
Dancing butt naked on the kitchen floor

And hows a boy supposed to know thats blood stains
And hows a boy supposed to know that blood stays
And hows a boy supposed to know that blood stays
And hows a boy supposed to know

LEGO the best f*cking Christmas
My police dont bother anyone
Life is strange always
LION-O is swinging MUM-RA on the kitchen floor

His neck framed by the doorway
This shit fell apart
Did it have to end like this
Tragic one my son
Merry Christmas
Picking up your pieces DAD

Where to belong
Stand up straight you mother****er
Where did you go
Dude cops are supposed to protect my mother

My father went further and further AWAY
Dear father you killed me,
They kill me
But youre the mother*****er

But your holding yourself down
But look up
Dont Be afraid you dont belong here
Yes Look UP
Ask for help upwards
And go towards the light

And hows a boy supposed to know thats blood stains
And hows a boy supposed to know that blood stays
And hows a boy supposed to know thats blood stains
And hows a boy supposed to
Know that the carpet is still the same
But the colors and the stains
And the crap remain