Tracy Jenkins - Daddy lyrics

My dad's an alcoholic or so says my memory It's been so long Faded pictures featuring a bloated, tattooed man It seems unreal to say "That's my dad" King Neptune blazing across a chest Dads are supposed to be stiff and strict Work at some insurance company the big guy who stands at the door in his underwear threatening every boyfriend with a shotgun if daddy's girl wasn't home by 11. But I've never had a real boyfriend Except if you count Brian. But he liked needles too. I think you would've liked each other Needles and black eyes smelling like weed and Camel Straights He hit my mom Or so they tell me I don't remember. I promised myself I'd never be like him. Aunts, old friends Astounded God-Tracy-you really look like him. My mom gets the creeps "Ain't it funny how you have the same mannerisms" If only they knew of my apparitions on a bathroom floor curled around my own vomit A trail of empty kegs leading to me. I saw his face at the bottom of the toilet. I know my dad even though it's been fifteen years of pictures- I've spent seven years with his closest friends... booze, joints, powder... but never a needle. Somehow I knew if I pricked my soul it would no longer be mine. Our distant souls would intertwine.