Stab Yer Dad
SpoonboyVersion1
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Of the things that have made me, I count myself lucky.
I consider it fortune, things like how I wasnt taught at a young age to
respect my elders.
I thank goodness for my absence of a father.
He could have taken me out, wed have gone camping.
I could have learned to wield my body as a weapon.
These are things that I wont be missing.
I remember sitting in the car with my dirty old man as he explained
how she has asked for it and how it was her fault
Im only glad I didnt take the bait. I remember telling my mother
It was the last time I saw my father. No regrets for what else Ive been
missing.
Cause Im not jealous of a well adjusted family,
only Killing time till they learn their anomaly dont help the wounded ones:
the children of the vengeful fathers.
When everyone I know is still standing in the shadows of the men who left their mark,
Id rather be left in the dark. oh oh.
If our fathers were our role models for god and they failed us,
what does that tell us about our supposed omnipotent savior?
Except were 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 ass?
Were all just like our dads. We keep learning the same shit again.
And I wonder how long till it ends?
I remember when my dirty old man told me how Id 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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Readable chord sheet for Stab Yer Dad by Spoonboy
[D] [G] [D] [E] [A] Of the t[D]hings that have made me, I coun[G]t myself lucky. I [E]consider it fortune, thi[A]ngs like how I wasnt ta[D]ught at a young age to r[G]espect my elders. [E]I thank goodness for my ab[A]sence of a father. [G]He could have taken me out,[E] wed have gone camping. I [D]could have learned to wield my bo[G]dy as a weapon. [E]These are things that I[A] wont be missing. [D] [G] [D] [E] [A] [D]I remember sittin[G]g in the car with my dirt[E]y old man as he explain[A]ed how she has as[D]ked for it and how it was her[G] fault Im only glad[E] I didnt take th[A]e bait. I remember [G]telling my mother [E] [D]It was the last time [G]I saw my fath[D]er. No re[E]grets for what e[A]lse Ive been [D]missing. [G]Cause Im not jealous of a well adjusted family, [Bm]only Killing time till they learn their anom[E]aly dont help the wounded ones: the ch[A]ildren of the vengeful fathers. When ever[G]yone I know is still standing in the shadows of the me[Bm]n who left their mark, Id rather be left in the d[E]ark. o[A]h oh. [D] [G] [D] [E] [A] If our fat[D]hers were our ro[G]le models for god[E] and they faile[A]d us, what does that [D]tell us about ou[G]r supposed omnipotent savior[E]? [A] Except were [G]all born to fiction, dail[E]y recreated [D]we play the roles from the sto[G]ries we learned as k[E]ids. Who bends down? Who plays god? [A] Is it fated that every[D] boy on this earth shou[G]ld have his head stuck [D]up his ass? [E] Were all just[A] like our dads. We keep le[D]arning the same s[D]hit agai[G]n. [D] [E] And I wonder how long till i[A]t ends? [D]I remember when my d[G]irty old man told me ho[E]w Id grow up to be j[A]ust like him when[D] I got [G]old. What a biza[E]rre thing to be to[A]ld, to be told