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Of the things that have made me, I count myself luckyI consider it fortune, the things like how I wasn't taughtAt a young age to respect my elders 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 missingI remember sittin' in the car with my dirty old manAs he explained how she had asked for it And how it was her fault I'm only glad I didn't take the bait Well, I remember telling my mother It was the last time I saw my father No regrets for what else I've been missing'Cause I'm not jealous of a well adjusted family, Only killing time 'til they learn their anomaly Don't help the wounded ones: the children of the vengeful father When everyone I know is still standing in the shadows ofThe men who left their mark, I'd rather be left in the darkIf 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 recreatedWe play the roles from the stories we learned as kids SongtexteWho bends down? Who plays God? Is it fated Every boy on this earth should have his head stuck up his ass? We're all just like our dads, we keep learning the same shit againAnd I wonder how long 'til it endsWell I remember when my dirty old man told me how I'd grow upTo be just like him when I got old What a bizarre thing to be told, to be told Aus Songtexte Mania