Sour Milk

Ill take the road less traveled by Thats what my father always said Now he works in an office With a whore in his bed My mother sleeps alone at night Dreaming of all her regret inside I wanna tell her that I love her Oh and if I could I would've given her so much better Cuz no don't you tell me that that man is my father Oh just some hooded conceiver Who tried really, really hard to please her. So I'm returning to my gladness When I was only ten Playing football in the front yard And sweating with my friends I remember when I was thirteen It was October something I was standing on that front lawn listening. That was the first time I heard you calling As the sun was cooling down And the moms were about to drive their kids around. And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah" And they say. "Blah, blah, blah" They give us truth deceiving I don't think thats truth at all And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah" And they say. "Blah, blah, blah" They give us love thats leaving I dont think thats love Oh and the steeple people Oh they're so happy not knowing you. So boldly do they pervert your truth. Oh did they think we wouldn't grow up Did they think we couldn't throw back up The sour milk they been pouring down out throats Oh they have raised one pissed off generation With kids that have to start taking care of them Like hey mom get to work on time And hey dad would you come home tonight And the both of you stop drinking so much wine. And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah" And they say. "Blah, blah, blah" They give us truth deceiving I don't think thats truth at all And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah" And they say. "Blah, blah, blah" They give us love thats leaving I dont think thats love.