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The bias of the father runs on through the sonand leaves him bothered and bewildered
The drugs in his veins only cause him to spitat the face staring back in the mirror
How can he tell a good act from the badhe can't even remember his name
How can he do what needs to be donewhen he's a follower not a leader
The sickness of the mother runs on through the girlleaving her small and helpless
Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gunleaving her running in circles
How she can tell a good act from the badwhen she's flat on her back in her room
How can she do what needs to be donewhen she's a coward and a bleeder
The man if he marries his childand have endless excuses
The woman sadly will do much the samethinking that it's right and it's proper
Better than their mommy or their daddy did
Better than the childhood they suffered
The truth is they're happier when they're in pain
In fact, that's why they got married
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