Uncle Melvin

Written by: Michael Smith

I walk these halls
As gallows mock
With framed pastels blind

Where mother left behind
And father said "freak"
You're no son of mine

Alone among the Rockwells
Lined-up of someone else's 
Many celebrated lives

I guess that's because
Mister Norman Bates
Really never learned how to paint

And if he had I'd be there 
Hung up in the blackest black
For the whole damned world to see!

So now it's red or blue for breakfast 
And mystery meat in between
But, all I have to say is... 

Where the hell's the ecstasy?!