April 6 2039 lyrics

Here we have our dust free dining set
We guarentee 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 beds

It 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 ignored

If you`re lucky they`ll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they`re good kids
But you know that it`s not true

Your father drank a little
You`re on liver number two

Progress has a way of feigning ease
Convenient new inventions bait the tease
For though it is impossible to cure
A husband bent on cheating
The oxygen`s depleting
A child who`s always bragging
A wife`s persistent nagging
We`re equipped to live as though it were

If you`re lucky they`ll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they`re good kids
But you know that it`s not true

Your father drank a little
You`re on liver number two
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