Stab Yer Dad taby ukulele według Spoonboy

D G D E A

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

D G D E A

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

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

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

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