Stab Yer Dad

Intro: D G D E A D G Of the things that have made me, I count myself lucky. E A D I consider it fortune, things like how I wasn’t taught at a young age to G respect my elders. E A I thank goodness for my absence of a father. G E He could have taken me out, we’d have gone camping. D G I could have learned to wield my body as a weapon. E A These are things that I won’t be missing. D G D E A D G E A I remember sitting in the car with my dirty old man as he explained D G how “she has asked for it” and how “it was her fault” E A G E I’m only glad I didn’t take the bait. I remember telling my mother D G D E A It was the last time I saw my father. No regrets for what else I’ve been D missing. G ‘Cause I’m not jealous of a well adjusted family, Bm E only Killing time ‘till they learn their anomaly don’t help the wounded ones: A the children of the vengeful fathers. G Bm When everyone I know is still standing in the shadows of the men who left their mark, E A I’d rather be left in the dark. oh oh. D G D E A D G E A If our fathers were our role models for god and they failed us, D G E A what does that tell us about our supposed omnipotent savior? G E Except we’re all born to fiction, daily recreated D G E we play the roles from the stories we learned as kids. A Who bends down? Who plays god? D G D E Is it fated that every boy on this earth should have his head stuck up his ass? A D D G D E We’re all just like our dads. We keep learning the same shit again. A And I wonder how long till it ends? D G E A D G I remember when my dirty old man told me how I’d grow up to be just like him when I got old. E A What a bizarre thing to be told, to be told