Stab Yer Dad

Of the things that have made me, I count myself lucky

I 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

Who bends down? Who plays God? Is it fated

Every boy on this earth should have his head stuck up his ass?

We're all just like our dads, we keep learning the same shit again

And I wonder how long 'til it ends

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