You'll never be the father I am. The bastard father to the thousands of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted. The ones with fathers just like you. We're fucking you back.
I'm shoving my life right down your throat. Can I find the guts? Can I feel the heart? Look at the ground as you choke me up, does it taste like tequila? Or failure?
We're fucking you back Fucking you back We're fucking you back Fucking you back