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spoonboy – stab yer dad lyrics


[verse 1]
of the things that have made me, i count myself lucky
i consider it fortune for things like how
i wasn’t taught at a young age to respect my elders
i 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

[verse 2]
i remember sitting 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

i remember telling my mother
it was the last time i saw my father
no regrets for what else i’ve been missing

[verse 3]
because i’m not jealous of a well-adjusted family
only k!lling time until they learn their anomaly
don’t help the wounded ones
the children all of vengeful fathers

when everyone i know’s still standing in the shadows
of the men who left their mark, i’d rather be left in the dark

[verse 4]
and 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?

that every boy on this earth should have his head stuck up his -ss?
we’re all just like our dads
we keep learning the same sh-t again
and i wonder how long till it ends

[verse 5]
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