Grow Up

Mama said, pour me some wine son

And you can have a sip for your self

Mama said, do your homework

And you can watch TV all you want

Mama said, do what I say or I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you

Mama said, this is normal-see

You don't have it as bad as the other kids on the block

So then we all pretended that I grew up

Mama said, I got a letter today

Says you've cut 187 out of 190 days

Mama said, we've noticed lately

You have no interest in gainful employment

Mama said, it's time to lock you up

Make your round brain fit in a square hole

I said, sure thing, I'm just gonna play one last show

In the city, but you know, I didn't ever go home again

I stopped pretending that I had a family

We all pretend, that we love our children

Until they show any signs of having their own will

Then we beat them, into submission

We beat them into the superior ways of our way of thinking

4,000 kids are murdered by their parents each year.