Paroles de Stab Yer Dad
Of the things that have made me, I count myself luckyI consider it fortune, the things like how I wasn't taught
At a young age to respect my elders
Thank goodness for my absence of a father.
He could have taken me out, we'd have gone camping
I could have learned to wield my body as a weapon
These are things that I won't be missing
I remember sittin' in the car with my dirty old man
As he explained how she had asked for it
And how it was her fault
I'm only glad I didn't take the bait
Well, I remember telling my mother
It was the last time I saw my father
No regrets for what else I've been missing
'Cause I'm not jealous of a well adjusted family,
Only killing time 'til they learn their anomaly
Don't help the wounded ones: the children of the vengeful father
When everyone I know is still standing in the shadows of
The men who left their mark, I'd rather be left in the dark
If our fathers were our role models for God and they failed us,
What does that tell us about our supposed omnipotent savior?
Except we're all born to fiction, daily recreated
We play the roles from the stories we learned as kids
Well I remember when my dirty old man told me how I'd grow up
To be just like him when I got old
What a bizarre thing to be told, to be told
I remember sittin' in the car with my dirty old man
As he explained how she had asked for it
And how it was her fault
I'm only glad I didn't take the bait
Well, I remember telling my mother
It was the last time I saw my father
No regrets for what else I've been missing
'Cause I'm not jealous of a well adjusted family,
Only killing time 'til they learn their anomaly
Don't help the wounded ones: the children of the vengeful father
When everyone I know is still standing in the shadows of
The men who left their mark, I'd rather be left in the dark
If our fathers were our role models for God and they failed us,
What does that tell us about our supposed omnipotent savior?
Except we're all born to fiction, daily recreated
We play the roles from the stories we learned as kids
Well I remember when my dirty old man told me how I'd grow up
To be just like him when I got old
What a bizarre thing to be told, to be told
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