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They fuck you up, your mom and dad
The may not mean to, but they do
When I look into the eyes of a child
I see nothing but future, fear, and misery
Whether mine or his, it's certainly there
90 flavors of sorrow and fear
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some just for you
Born naked and crying, that's TKO
And in the first round?! You still wanna go?
I'm an idiot, but I'm not stupid
Pass on my misery? Even I wouldn't choose it
I'm never gonna save the day
And maybe you will find another
Maybe just another way
And maybe I'm broken down
But baby you will have another
Living in the safe and sound
This is far from the best result possible
But it's the best possible result
When I look into the eyes of a child
I see nothing but my inherited misery
Whether mine or his, it's obviously there
Generations of failures and fear
Man hands on misery to man
It deepens faster than the nation's coastal shelf
Get out as early as you can
And don't have any kids yourself
Born naked and crying, that's TKO
And in the first round?! You still wanna go?
I'm an idiot, but I'm not stupid
Pass on my misery? Even I wouldn't choose it
I'm never gonna save the day
And maybe you will find another
Maybe just another way
And maybe I'm broken down
But baby you will have another
Living in the safe and sound