Stab Yer Dad Tabulatur von Spoonboy

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Jahr:  2011
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(Mittelstufe)
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D D G G D D E E A A

D D G G
Of the things that have made me, I count myself lucky
E E A A
I consider it fortune, the things like how I wasn't
D D G G
Taught at a young age to respect my elders
E E A A
Thank goodness for my absence of a father.
G G E E
He could have taken me out, we'd have gone camping
D D G G D D
I could have learned to wield my body as a weapon
E E A A
These are things that I won't be missing

D D G G D D E E A A

D D G G E E
I remember sittin' in the car with my dirty old man
A A D D
As he explained how she had asked for it
G G
And how it was her fault
E E A A
I'm only glad I didn't take the bait
G G E E
Well, I remember telling my mother
D D G G D D E E
It was the last time I saw my father
E E A A D D D D C# C#
No regrets for what else I've been missing

G G
'Cause I'm not jealous of a well adjusted family,
Bm+ Bm+ E E
Only killing time 'til they learn their anomaly
A A
Don't help the wounded ones: the children of the vengeful father
G G
When everyone I know is still standing in the shadows of
Bm Bm E E A A
The men who left their mark, I'd rather be left in the dark

D D G G D D E E A A
D D G G E E A A
If our fathers were our role models for God and they failed us,
D D G G E E A A
What does that tell us about our supposed omnipotent savior?
G G E E
Except we're all born to fiction, daily recreated
D D G G D D E E
We play the roles from the stories we learned as kids
A A
Who bends down? Who plays God? Is it fated
D D G G D D E E
Every boy on this earth should have his head stuck up his ass?
A A D D D D A A G G E E
We're all just like our dads, we keep learning the same shit again
A A
And I wonder how long 'til it ends

D D G G E E
Well I remember when my dirty old man told me how I'd grow up
A A D D G G
To be just like him when I got old
E E A A D D
What a bizarre thing to be told, to be told

Tabulatur von , 10 Jan 2012

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