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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 Flavours of sorrow and fear

They fill you with the faults they had
And add some just for you

Born naked and crying,
Thats 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 costal shelf
Get out as eary as you can
And don't have any kids yourself

Born naked and crying,
Thats 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