| Why do you have kids?
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| Why did you make children?
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| Falling asleep standing up on the corner
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| With cigarette ash falling in the stroller
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| Why do you have kids?
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| Why did you make children?
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| You gave all baby daddy’s money for food
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| To the dead-eyed street pharmaceutical dude
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| Accidents having accidents
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| Now mother like daughter, father like son
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| R.I.P. |
| next generation, goodnight, honey
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| You’ve got nothing to look up or forward to
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| Why do you have kids?
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| Why did you make children?
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| You beat your son at the grocery store
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| Because he cried a little when his eyes were sore
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| Why?
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| Baby runs around shoeless outside
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| While mama’s dressed to the junkyard nines
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| Feed them garbage so they stop crying
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| They’ll look just like you in no time
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| Accidents having accidents
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| Now mother like daughter, father like son
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| R.I.P. |
| next generation, goodnight, honey
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| You’ve got nothing
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| The kids got nothing to look up or forward to
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| No chance |