Stab Yer Dad 가사

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