Dybbuk:Gift Horse
From Louisville Punk/Hardcore History
Gift Horse
words: Brandon; music: Tim
Son, won’t you take my belt,
A sense of pride I’ve never felt.
Wear it tightly around your waist,
Stay longer please make no more haste.
Dad, can’t you see this can’t last,
In your gifts you’ll find no solace.
I’ll hug my scars even though,
you’ll pay to love me, sell your soul.
Here, take the car, here’s the keys.
Take my jacket so you won’t freeze.
To end the evening with a smash,
Take along these fists full of cash.
He strikes his forehead with a slap,
Says I’ve provided for a mishap.
When my body’s drained and done,
Blood will run through my favorite son.