parents (sped up)

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I was born in a messed-up century

My favourite flavoured sweets are raspberry amphetamines

I bought a car, Beretta, age sixteen

I brush my teeth with bleach 'cause I ain't got time for cavities

My daddy put a gun to my head

Said, "If you kiss a boy, I'm gonna shoot you dead"

So I tied him up with gaffer tape and I locked him in a shed

Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend

'Cause my high hopes are getting low

Because these people are so old

The way they think about it all

If I tried, I would never know

My high hopes are getting low

But I know I'll never be alone

It's alright, we'll survive

'Cause parents ain't always right

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I

I-I-I-I-I-I-I

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I

I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Drop a toaster in my bath, watch my mum and dad laugh

See a thousand volts go through the son they wish they never had

They told me casual affection leads to sexual infection

But it's hard to get an erection when you're so used to rejection

Yeah, the teacher fucked the preacher

But then he had to leave her

Had to wash away the sins of a male cheerleader

"Hi, nice to meet ya," got nothing to believe in

So let me know when my breathing stops

'Cause my high hopes are getting low

Because these people are so old

The way they think about it all

If I tried, I would never know

My high hopes are getting low

But I know I'll never be alone

It's alright, we'll survive

'Cause parents ain't always right

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I

I-I-I-I-I-I-I

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I

I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Tick, tock, stop the clock

Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot

Tick, tock, stop the clock

Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot

My high hopes are getting low

Because these people are so old

The way they think about it all

If I tried, I would never know

High hopes are getting low

But I know I'll never be alone

It's alright, we'll survive

'Cause parents ain't always right

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I

I-I-I-I-I-I-I

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I

I-I-I-I-I-I-I