Dad Punchers Dirty Dishes & The Mold
Studied for your driving test
With your father through the prison visit window
He'd show you the way of the open road
Signing signals through the glass
Good luck from your dear old dad
Like the dirty dishes in your sink
And the way they haunt you
Like the mold in your room
And the way it makes you too sick to move
It's the puke on your shoes
Scar tissue reminder for you