Mr. Stiller sits alone in his chair of plaid
He doesn't realize or seem to care that he's very sad
Mad at his parents for the things he never had
Chad, his son ... a son of a gun
A gun, his son points at everyone
Pulls the trigger, he figures, in "innocent" fun
Monday, the daughter sells her body for nearly nothing
With nothing, someday, Monday thinks she'll get something
She hasn't realized that she can't get something for nothing
Mrs. Stiller, now gone, disappeared in the 60's
The 60's, a hippie with too many "trips"
Mr. Stiller swears he didn't kill her then tightens his lips
Tightened lips, too many "trips", a son of a gun,
a daughter with whoredom thinks she'll sail in the sun
Sadly, in the end they will all be left without anyone
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