April 6, 2039 - Pedro the Lion
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April 6, 2039 Lyrics
Here we have our dust free dining set
We guarantee it won't collect a spec
Freeing up the children to instead
Grow into your molding
Heed more of your scolding
Go early to their new self-making bedsIt seems like you'd be tired of losing face
Like you'd want to put the children in their place
The more you have to tell them to do their chores
The more you run the risk of being ignoredIf you're lucky they'll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they're good kids
But you know that it isn't true
Your father drank a little
You're on liver number twoProgress has a way of feigning ease
Convenient new inventions bait the tease
For though it is impossible to cure
A husband bent on cheatingThe oxygen's depleting
A child who's always bragging
A wife's persistent nagging
We're equipped to live as though it wereIf you're lucky they'll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they're good kids
But you know that it isn't not true
Your father drank a little
You're on liver number two
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