Styrofoam Plates

There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes
 I threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards
 And the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted
 Was par for the course, just as when you were living
 It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
 But the donor of seeds to a poor, single mother
 That would raise us alone, we never saw the money
 That went down your throat through the hole in your belly
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 13 years old in the suburbs of Denver
 Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner
 At the Catholic church, the servers wore crosses
 To shield from the sufferance plaguing the others
 Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables
 Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
 And I'm thinking of you, I do every year
 When we count all our blessings and I wonder what we're doing here
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 You're a disgrace to the concept of family
 The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
 And I'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet
 You can deck out a lie in a suit, but I won't buy it
 I won't join in the procession that's speaking their piece
 Using five-dollar words while praising his integrity
 And just 'cause he's gone, it doesn't change the fact
 He was a bastard in life, thus a bastard in death, yeah