Nordic Discord Challenge - Summer Bingo F6 Genre: Punk Rock Theme: Awkward Fathers Lyrics: One, two, three, go Splinters in my legs, kneeling on the wood Dad's in the next row, doing what he should Smells like stale incense and his cheap sweat Wishing the priest would just cancel the debt He shifts his weight, I hear a joint snap There's a million miles in this little gap He clears his throat, it sounds like a choke Every good job is a punchline joke Father Thomas is tired, rubbing his face Trapped in a booth, staring at a wall I tell him I'm angry, I tell him I'm mad He tells me to forgive my dad He clears his throat, it's the exact same hack As my old man when he's pulling his slack He gives me my penance, says go in peace I walk out the door, it's a holy mess Oh, the holy fathers and the awkward dads Both of them are hiding from the things they had Whisper in the box, whisper through the screen Nothing in the dark is ever really thin Give me an amen, give me a hug Dragging my soul through the holy mud Yeah, we're all just waiting for the grace to drop Praying to the ceiling till we turn to dust They wear the collar, they wear the tie Neither of them knows how to look, they're blind They're just two guys in a wooden crate Fumbling around with the holy weight FORGIVE ME FATHER FORGIVE ME DAD FOR THE THINGS I'VE DONE AND THE THINGS I NEVER HAD Back in the car, driving back home Smells like stale coffee and damp stone He turns on the radio, classic rock Staring at the dash, turning to dust He reaches over, turns the volume down Almost says I love you, but he looks at the ground I say that's okay, he nods his head We're both just ghosts, hanging by a thread Oh, the holy fathers and the awkward dads Both of them are hiding from the things they had Whisper in the box, whisper through the screen Nothing in the dark is ever really thin Give me an amen, give me a hug Dragging my soul through the holy mud Yeah, we're all just waiting for the grace to drop Praying to the ceiling till we turn to dust Bless me father, I have sinned Look at the mess that we are in Bless me father, I have failed Behind the screen, we are paled Tired priests (Hey) Awkward dads (Hey) Absolve me (No) Hug me (No)
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