Father’s Day Songtext
von Conor Miley

I′m the second of my father's brood
Same graceless gait
It′s just the molecules' genetic code
Although some construe there's a higher truth

Either way
I′ll wait my turn
A devoted panhandler of my kin
Day returned and back again

I rule this kingdom
It reaches all the way from my bedside locker
To the frame of my cabinet


It′s a numbers game on a Father's Day
Snotty bibs and kids to see
Schedule′s tight with slot machine carry on
Blow a kiss, then hurry home

Stated my claim
All signed and filed away
Into the fabric of a dossier I've sewn my dreams

My love′s a bill of sale
On a Father's Day
His love it burns eternally

They′ve made a borrower of me
So, now I stand in this place
This forgotten fatherland
And I'm just a castaway
A dealer without a hand