Father’s Day (live) Frank Turner

I was 16, I cut myself a mohawk
Cause I wanted to walk the walk
And not just talk the talk
But it was a bit of a disaster
Because I did the sides with kitchen scissors
Because I didn’t have any clippers
And I didn’t want to use a beard-trimmer
I’d made that mistake before

When you got home, you didn’t want to talk about what I’d done
You said I’d let you down, that I fucked around when I was only having fun
With the way that you’ve been lately, you’ve no right to scream and shout
You and I, we’ve got a lot we need to talk about

What’s the point in making vows that you’re never going to keep?
A lifetime lying awake means you’ll never get to sleep
And all the promises you've made that were painful and untrue
Of all the things you do, they reflect worst on you

We all have our own devices
For handling mid-life crises
Usually involves a motorbike
And some suspicious fashion decisions
But you choose to stave off gray hairs
By lamely hacking at the sides
With your lies and your flimsy alibis
For your suspicious expeditions