Yes, that is a song title.
We can all thank Mr. Bryan Ferry for this touching ode to a blow-up doll.
But this post is not about blow-up dolls.
Here is my subject; a frame-by-frame explanation of how goths and patricidal murderers are made:
Girl: I fucking hate you, Dad.
(the best effect is achieved if you can be bothered saving the picture, previewing it and zooming in so that you can read the small print).