Dads - I Don't Wanna Fuck With Another Dude's Snacks

I won't let this grave get the best of me.
Bury the soil on top of my roots.

Where's the figure to help you figure about
the dark of the night and when to scream and shout.
I hope you never come back home,
I hope you've found your way out.

You are the footsteps I hear in my head.
Echos from ear to ear.

Where were you when I needed you?
Staying true to your usual plans.
Where were you when I needed you?
Laying low with your casket's demands.