| Mom and dad don’t look so hot these days
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| They’re getting over the hill
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| Death is closing in and catching up
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| As far as I can tell
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| Got a plan of action and cold blood
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| And it smells of defiance
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| I’ll just wait for Mom and Dad to die
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| And get my inheritance
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| Well, now I want more, 'cause I’m getting bored
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| And I’m going nowhere fast
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| I was once filled with doubt, but it’s all figured out
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| Well, nothing good can last
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| Crow’s feet and rot are setting in
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| And time is running out
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| My parents' income interest rate
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| Is gaining higher clout
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| I’m a snot-nosed slob without a job
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| And I know I damn well should
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| Mom and Dad don’t look so hot these days
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| But my future’s looking good
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| Well, now I want more, 'cause I’m getting bored
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| And I’m going nowhere fast
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| I was once filled with doubt, but it’s all figured out
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| That nothing good can last
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| Well, now I want more, 'cause I’m getting bored
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| And I’m going nowhere fast
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| I was once filled with doubt, but it’s all figured out
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| That nothing good can last |