I vent my frustration at you, old man
After years your ears will hear

You screamed, you tried
It's words of a weakling and promises made by a liar
Drunken 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 this)
Not again
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
No, ever again
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don'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
I'm becoming more than you'll be
You never knew the answers to
Any of my questions, did you?

You made up all the answers to
My unimportant existence

(You don't have to dump me off)
Not again
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Fuck no, never again
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me

Fuck no (don't touch me)
Never again (don't touch me)
Don't touch me again

I vow, lest I die tomorrow
(Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow)

You'll never be the father I am
The bastard father to the thousands
Of the ugly, criticized, unwanted
The ones with fathers just like you
We're fucking you back, 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

Criticized what to watch
We're fucking you back, fucking you back
Unwanted, the ones with fathers just like you
We're fucking you back, we're fucking you back
We're fucking you back

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Writer(s): Darrell Abbott, Philip Anselmo, Rex Brown, Vincent Abbott