Something's Emo in the State of Denmark

Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute; to me shall you mark I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a place called Denmark

In West Copenhagen, born and raised, In the graveyard is where I spent most of my days Freaking out max about the misrule Playing with my swords and learning to duel When a couple guys said “your dad is a ghost” “I saw him last night when I was at my post" I got super freaked out, and started to unhinge “THIS NIGHT I VOW, I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE!”

I couldn’t believe what my dad said to me It had me questioning, to be or not to be? You see my dad was dead, but before he went cold My uncle had swooped in and took up his throne And if it the whole thing weren’t an infinite jest Mother married Uncle; such a bed of incest! But the thing about his death, his end, so it were He said it was a foul, most unnatural murder.

Words, words, words, ran around in my head I wasn’t very nice, there were stupid things I said. Ophelia, my lady, saw the worst part of me I yelled out loud, “Get thee to a nunnery” Ay there’s the rub, she’s a sensitive soul And she drowned herself down at the watering hole. I couldn’t believe it, and neither could her brother He wanted revenge, we were gonna fight each other.