The children never talk
We've finally shut them up
Always talking over those they only should obey
They can't leave home too soon
We lock them up in their room
So they can think it over every time they misbehave
Some things shouldn't have to change
It's how we both
Were raised
It's how regular people are made
We might be all
The same
But you'll be better off this way
The children think too much
They've hardly a fear of God
Always asking questions, they should only wish away
Sunday's every week
With father Montgomery
As they've gotten older, they can hardly stay awake
But everybody has to pray
It's how we both
Were raised
It's how regular people are made
We might be all
The same
But you'll be better off this way
I'm dying to meet you
As I really am
But trying to please you
Just fucks with my head
I've waited my whole life
To welcome you in
You don't want to lay down
But you made the bed
Something's gonna have to change
It's how we both
Were raised
It's how regular people are made
We might be all
The same
But you'll be better off this way
The children never call
How could they just cut us off?
I guess that's twenty years we should have never gave away
People shouldn't have to change
