For Sad Strange Little Men Everybody's Worried About Owen

[Verse 1]
Here's to the dads that don't admit that they're wrong
I happen to have a good one, so he's not in this song
I hope you fucking know you treat your daughters like shit
And then they come to me and cry
'Cause they have to live with it
You should learn from someone kinder
Someone wiser than yourself
She is painting masterpieces
While you're touching yourself

[Chorus]
And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We arе the promises that we didn't keep
And wе are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see

[Verse 2]
Here's to the lobbyists who don't care about death
They think they can beat it with the gold on their neck
And if the city's on fire and they talk their way out
Like diamonds and smokestacks and a shit-eating mouth
A toast to the workers we keep from coming to their senses
And a knife under the pillow in case they want higher wages

[Chorus]
And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We are the promises that we didn't keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see