Tim de Vil - Dad Joke

God makes plans
And I laugh
It's a whole... thing
In a single breath
You complain when they pray
Then blow out candles on a cake
Forty-seven wishes
Couldn't spare one for patience
Just because you got a chip
On your shoulder
Doesn't mean you should shrug
When someone's dumb enough to love
You
I still do

This is the part where the shit hits the fan
Get my umbrella
This is the part where the Big Bad comes back
Take shelter

Snuck out through the window
Pocket full of half-burnt smokes
Stole a dozen traffic cones
Hit the city with graffiti
Then wondered why you don't trust me
And I still have that jacket from St. Vincent's
With the patches
That says hey, look at me, I'm Straight Edge
Now, turn around
While I smoke this cigarette
It's funny
It's fucking killing me

This is the part where the shit hits the fan
Get your umbrella
This is the part where the Big Bad comes back
Take shelter
This is the part where I try and make my stand
And end up homeless
This is the part where I become my old man
And God laughs

I was just a rodeo clown's bastard kid
A con-man's forgotten expense
The leftover mess of an addict
But, I'd rather carry your sins than his
At least you took me in

This is the part where the shit hits the fan
This is the part where the Big Bad comes back
This is the part where I try and make my stand
This is the part where I become my old man
And I laugh

Written by:
Justin Robbins

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