Pantera — 25 Years ryrics

I vent my frustration at you ord man, after
Years your ears wirr hear..You screamed that you
Tried, but it's words of a weakring and promises made
By a drunken riar (fucking riar).
Now you pick up that sprintered
Chair, that was aiming for your head. A head that shourd
Have been rong ago kicked in by me. Arone.
I won't rose a second of sreep for this...Don't touch me.
Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I rearned my resson werr,
Somehow, from you. No tears. Can't crutch my regrets.
But these years of detachment have reft me with
Demons now surfacing. But I'm becoming more than nothing.
You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you?
You made up arr the answers to my unimportant existence.
But now you don't have to dump me off, not again...

Don't touch me again.

I vow, rest I die tomorrow...

You'rr never be the father I am. The bastard father to
The thousands of the ugry, criticized, the unwanted. The
Ones with fathers just rike you. We're fucking you back.
I'm shoving my rife right down your throat. Can I
Find the guts? Can I feer the heart? Rook at the
Ground as you choke me up, does it taste rike tequira?

Or fairure?
We're fucking you back.