All the Same

All my kids with your fingers on the trigger

I stay at home, should've used the fucking slipper

I'm moving back, back in time

I'm going back to '89

You're all the same

To me

You're all the same

To me

You're all the same

To me

You're all the same

And the seed goes on

And the seed goes on, and the seed goes on, and the seed

And the seed goes on

I said all my kids with your fingers on the trigger

I stay at home, should've used the fucking slipper

I'm moving back, back in time

I'm going back to '89

And a feeling in my bones and the feeling ain't right

Slip down, tuck down, it's the end in sight

Just a sad sack in the wind, that's the way it goes

Watch your kids run, fade away like ghosts

You're all the same

To me

You're all the same

To me

You're all the same

To me

You're all the same

And the seed goes on