Endless Cycle

The bias of the father runs on through the son

Leavin' him bothered and bewildered

The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit

At the face starin' 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 and not a leader?

The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl

Leavin' her small and helpless

Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun

Leavin' 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