You can paint your house White, with bright blue shudders
You can plant a garden, with lilies, lilacs, and all the finest orchids...
In an attempt to raise the value of your house,
In hopes of making a few more bucks to ease your worries

But your daughter's will still be whores...
You can look the other way
But it's not where you raise them
It's the way that they were raised...

Mailboxes with little cardinals drawn on the side,
Don't mean anything...
If your kids are 10 years old
And don't know how to read...

If your children have no friends
Then it's probably your fault
Tell your kid to play outside
Don't let them accumulate weight and self-loathing...

And if they've got problems
Get them the help they need
This seems like common sense
But you never acted on your intuitions

Now look what's become of them...
And you've got no one to blame but yourselves
And they've got nowhere to go but to the same types of places
Where they were conceived to being with...

Now another generation of neglect is in gestation...
Now another generation of neglect is in gestation...
Now another generation of neglect is in gestation...
Now another generation of neglect is in gestation...

But it's all okay after all,
Because by the time that they're your age
They'll have a white house with blue shudders as well
And people will be fooled into thinking that they're loving parents...
When in reality they're still getting over the fact
That you never really loved them to begin with...
And the cycle continues
Onward and forever

Now another generation of neglect is in gestation...
Now another generation of neglect is in gestation...
Now another generation of neglect is in gestation...
Now another generation of neglect is in gestation...