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