The bias of the father runs on through the son Leaving him bothered and bewildered The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit At the face staring back in the mirror How can he tell a good act from the bad? He can't even remember his name How can he do what needs to be done When he's a follower and not a leader? ♪ The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl Leaving her small and helpless Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun Leaving her running in circles How can she tell a good act from the bad When she's flat on her back in her room? How can she do what needs to be done When she's a coward and a bleeder? ♪ The man, if he marries, will bow to his child And have endless excuses The woman, sadly, will do much the same Thinking that it's right and it's proper Better than their mommy or their daddy did Better than the childhood they suffered The truth is, they're happier when they're in pain In fact, that's why they got married Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba ♪ Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba