Bad Religion Lyrics
* Fucked Up Children
A city sidewalk in urban decay One boy is watching, the others all play Inside he’s scarred because he’s not wanted at home He cracks a sneer and they leave him alone And so he flounders socially His teachers fear for what he might be But they could never have imagined that day When he stole daddy’s gun and blew his friends away Fucked up children, a typical scene Ingrained for eternity Fucked up children, it’s you and me Just one of life’s strange intricacies A house of profit, all suits and ties A darkened war room, prepares of lies Their clothes are different but inside they’re the same Social autism doesn’t hinder their game They foster hatred for what they’ve been through They invite suffering on me and you And there’s no conscience or discretion or pain Just bitter memories about the household from whence they came Fucked up children in business suits With nothing better to do Fucked up children, it’s you and me Just one of life’s strange intricacies And the parents are to blame The parents are to blame It’s a monster they created And monster doesn’t go away Fucked up children in daddy’s shoes Spawning offspring to abuse Fucked up children everywhere Fucked up parents who don’t care Fucked up children, yeah, yeah Fucked up children, yeah, yeah Fucked up children, yeah, yeah Just one of life’s strange intricacies
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