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They fuck you up, your mom and dadThe may not mean to, but they doWhen I look into the eyes of a child I see nothing but future, fear, and miseryWhether mine or his, it's certainly there90 flavors of sorrow and fearThey fill you with the faults they hadAnd add some just for youBorn naked and crying, that's TKO.And in the first round?! You still wanna go?I'm an idiot, but I'm not stupidPass on my misery? Even I wouldn't choose itI'm never gonna save the dayAnd maybe you will find anotherMaybe just another wayAnd maybe I'm broken downBut baby you will have anotherLiving in the safe and soundThis is far from the best result possibleBut it's the best possible resultWhen I look into the eyes of a childI see nothing but my inherited miseryWhether mine or his, it's obviously there,generations of failures and fearMan hands on misery to manIt deepens faster than the nation's coastal shelfGet out as early as you canAnd don't have any kids yourselfBorn naked and crying, that's TKO.And in the first round?! You still wanna go?I'm an idiot, but I'm not stupidPass on my misery? Even I wouldn't choose itI'm never gonna save the dayAnd maybe you will find anotherMaybe just another wayAnd maybe I'm broken downBut baby you will have anotherLiving in the safe and sound