Grrr, the sound quality on this makes me mad. I forgot to turn my air conditioner off.
mytch shawn mitchell hip
Lyrics
I look at you, my mother,
I look at you, my father,
I ask myself why - why did I have to play the martyr,
Were you expecting the responsibility of 3 little kids -
Crying themselves to sleep,
Isn't amazing, how 3 kids got you in so deep,
'cause 1 is slut, 1 has downs,
and the only normal one
is under the shadow of their sound,
Mommy's always at work,
Daddy is too, but he's still just jerk,
You can both fuck off for all I fucking care,
I don't mean to be sound profane, but life's not fair!
So, here I am home alone, almost, but not quite,
Brother needs guardian, so I'm here with him til late night,
Take away my social life, God took away his vocals, right?
Let the children bring,
Let the children sing,
Let the children be the children,
Let them chase their dreams
Everything around me is cursed, I swear this on my grave,
I look onto the ground, as Christians ask where the hell is my faith!
My parents try buy me, but you're just a little late,
Take advantage of my birth? But in return, they just get hate,
We used to be so happy, only once did my mother slap me,
When I was under 5, and she apologized sincerely,
13 years later, we lie so dearly,
I was never abused, but if I was,
I wouldn't be the one to come out bruised,
But I'm scared of having family, cause what I might be,
I don't want to be my father, never able to save me,
From this misery, this mystery, if I could make this life history,
I would learn from it, and wash it out with Listerine.
You claim to take care of me,
But I think I take care of you,
Just stop the fucking lies, you know it's true too,
Hand me the vodka, hand me a cigar,
Hand me a knife, here's to the night stars,
And the families of the future,
The babies, who could not be any cuter,
Just raise them right them the right way,
Don't ever take for granted, the way a baby sleeps throughout the day
I look at you, my mother,
I look at you, my father,
I ask myself why - why did I have to play the martyr,
Let the children bring,
Let the children sing,
Let the children be the children,
Let them chase their dreams
I used to believe in such simplicity,
The days when a kiss for me,
Would heal the bleeding knee,
But now, I walk with a tilt,
Suddenly, it's like, I'm walking with a stilt.
I used to listen to Madonna to put my young self to sleep,
But now, I want knife, or some pills, that's just as cheap,
My Genesis has came,
So now I wait for my Revelation, enduring all this pain,
I look at you, my mother…
I look at you, my father,
I turn away so quickly, why do I even bother,
'cause I'm searching for the answers,
In all the wrong places,
And everywhere I go, I see parent's faces,
No blade is sharp enough, as I began searching through the droors,
Cabinet after cabinet, like going through the wrong door,
Brother cannot speak, and sister is a whore,
Mommy doesn't know, and Daddy wants me doin' chores
Let the children bring,
Let the children sing,
Let the children be the children,
Let them chase their dreams
I guess I should've known, that I was all alone,
No solace, no comfort, I'm simply cold as stone,
I'm not your son, I'm a simple property you try to own,
I'm not really sorry, I never did anything wrong,
I was good kid, good student, so fuck off dad and mom.