5 Dollar Couch - My Dad, He drove a tank

My dad, he drove a tank in 1943
Joined up when he was just 17
But what about me, but what about me

Oceans are filling up with plastic bottles, man
Stupid people can't articulate their grievances
One nuke from soullessness
And andromeda will claim us before our sun explodes

But what about me, but what about me
An angry man at the gas station told me I should go Fuck myself
My dad, he drove a tank in 1943, when he was just 17

But what about me? But what about me
I drank way too much, caffeine, I could feel my heartbeat through my teeth
I met a woman who died too soon, I'm still trying to grieve, may she rest in peace

My dad he drove a tank in 43' joined up when he was 17
But what about me
But what about me
But what about me

Written by:
Steven Large

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