parents

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I was born in a messed up century
My favourite flavoured sweets are raspberry amphetamines
I bought a car, Beretta, age 16
I brush my teeth with bleach `cause I ain`t got time for cavities
My daddy put a gun to my head
Said, "If you kiss a boy, I`m gonna shoot you dead"
So I tied him up with gaffer tape and I locked him in a shed
Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend

`Cause my high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried, I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I`ll never be alone
It`s alright, we`ll survive
`Cause parents ain`t always right

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Drop a toaster in my bath, watch my mum and dad laugh
See a thousand volts go through the son they wish they never had
They told me casual affection leads to sexual infection
But it`s hard to get an erection when you`re so used to rejection
Yeah, the teacher fucked the preacher
But then he had to leave her
Had to wash away the sins of a male cheerleader
"Hi, nice to meet ya," got nothing to believe in
So let me know when my breathing stops

`Cause my high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried, I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I`ll never be alone
It`s alright, we`ll survive
`Cause parents ain`t always right

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Tick, tock, stop the clock
Because I get the feeling that I`m gonna get shot
Tick, tock, stop the clock
Because I get the feeling that I`m gonna get shot

My high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried, I would never know
High hopes are getting low
But I know I`ll never be alone
It`s alright, we`ll survive
`Cause parents ain`t always right

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I