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