Spoonboy - Stab Yer Dad lyrics

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 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 Because I'm not jealous of a well adjusted family Only k**ing 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 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 a**? We're all just like our dads. we keep learning the same sh** again And i wonder how long till 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