Pantera – 25 Years
I vent my frustration at you old man, after
Years your ears will hearyou screamed that you
Tried, but it´s words of a weakling and promises made
By a drunken liar [fucking liar] now you pick up that splintered
Chair, that was aiming for your head a head that should
Have been long ago kicked in by me alone
I won´t lose a second of sleep for thisdon´t touch me
Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I learned my lesson well,
Somehow(? ), from you no tears can´t clutch my regrets
But these years of detachment have left me with
Demons now surfacing but I´m becoming more than nothing
You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you?
You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence
But now you don´t have to dump me off, not again
Don´t touch me again
I vow, lest I die tomorrow
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