Progress

Progress

Pedro The Lion
(album: Control)

Here we have our dust free dining set
We guarentee it won´t collect a spec
Freeing up the children to instead
Grow into your molding
Heed more of your scolding
Go early to their new self-making beds

It seems like you´d be tired of losing face
Like you´d want to put the children in their place
The more you have to tell them to do their chores
The more you run the risk of being ignored

If you´re lucky they´ll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they´re good kids
But you know that it´s not true

Your father drank a little
You´re on liver number two

Progress has a way of feigning ease
Convenient new inventions bait the tease
For, though it is impossible to cure
A husband bent on cheating
The oxygen´s depleting
A child who´s always bragging
A wife´s persistent nagging
We´re equipped to live as though it were

If you´re lucky they´ll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they´re good kids
But you know that it´s not true

Your fatehr drank a little
You´re on liver number two