Hamlet, put poor Yorick down
It wasn't your uncle's fault your lost the crown
Only daddy's, the one you so loved
To put above your mother and oh,

How does it feel? How-
Left alone without a father
To pick you up and cherish you, how-
Does it burn when you hear the word
Roll off the tongue of his usurper
This isn't right, this isn't true
To have a father who didn't father you
But don't blame the matron or patriarch,
It's the original sin's fault you've lost your mark

So stick to what you know, and hold fast, hold
Onto the dreams of boyhood that ring in your head,
Dead like the father your never knew you had
Maybe he's in Heaven, or Hell, or Bombay,
Two miles close or three thousand away
It's not the distance around the world that matters,
When you're two or ten or twenty-three
But the distance from your heart, and God knows,
To sever all of your ties is a self mutilating art

So stand like a soldier,
Ready to face the oblivious crowd
And toast your venom
To the father of broken vows.