Father's Day (Explicit)

Father's Day - Frank Turner

When I was sixteen I cut myself a Mohawk

Because I wanted to walk the walk

And not just talk the talk

But it was a bit of a disaster because

I did the sides with kitchen scissors

Because I didn't have any clippers

And I didn't want to use a beard trimmer

I'd made that mistake before

When you got home you didn't want to

talk about what I'd done

You said I'd let you down I'd fucked

around when I was only having fun

With the way that you've been lately you've

no right to scream and shout

You and I we've got a lot that we need to talk about

What's the point in making vows that

you're never going to keep

A lifetime lying awake means you'll never get to sleep

And all the promises you made that were painful and untrue

Of all the things you do they reflect worst on you

We all have our own devices

For handling mid-life crises

Usually involves a motorbike and

Suspicious fashion decisions

But you choose to stave off grey hairs by

Lamely hacking at the sides

With lies and flimsy alibis

For your suspicious expeditions

When I get home I don't want to talk about what you've done

Yes you've let me down you've fucked

around but I guess you were having fun

With the way that I've been lately

I've no right to scream and shout

You and I we've got a lot that we need to talk about

You always told me Father's Day was just another way

Of selling Hallmark greeting cards

Twenty Years of waking sleep of lying through your teeth

Meant every Father's Day spent wondering who the hell you are

What's the point in us making vows that we're never going to keep

I keep trying to keep you up but you keep on falling asleep

And all the promises we made were painful and untrue

But for better or for worse I am turning into you