| He was their precious. |
| He was their prodigal son.
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| He grew up hearing «You're such a fortunate one.
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| No need to think or wonder what you’re all about.
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| Your mommy and your daddy have it all planned out.»
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| Then came the one day when he was conscious and grown,
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| He came to realize he had no life of his own,
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| And when he dared to try to walk down his own road
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| What he thought was home, he saw it all explode.
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| (So where’d he go?)
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| Every time they run from you there’s someone else they’re running to?
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| Where they running to?
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| Rattle your saber and watch them flee.
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| Smother them with your hypocrisy.
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| Rattle their cages til they break free.
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| Suffer your children come unto me.
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| She was his princess. |
| She was his one shining light.
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| He was her hero. |
| Daddy had everything right.
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| The fairest of the fair, so cultured and refined,
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| til she brought home a young man of «another kind».
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| He wouldn’t have it. |
| «Abomination», he said.
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| She said «I love him!». |
| He said «I'd rather be dead!»
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| And as she turned away in burning tears said he:
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| «No dirty nigger lover could have come from me!»
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| She was their angel. |
| She was their number one love.
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| A gift from Jesus, sent down from heaven above.
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| Sent off to Catholic school and always earned straight A’s,
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| And by the will of God not set in sinful ways.
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| Then came the day she came home with something inside.
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| The gates of vengeance unlocked and flew open wide,
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| And running from their anger she could hear them yell:
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| «You filthy, little whore! |
| You both will burn in hell!»
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| Rattle your saber and watch them flee.
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| Smother them with your hypocrisy.
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| Rattle their cages til they break free.
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| Suffer your children come unto me.
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| Suppress their nature until they see.
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| That you’ve become the real enemy.
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| Pass down your rage at what they can’t be.
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| Suffer your children come unto me. |