Sour Milk

Ill take the road less traveled by

Thats what my father always said

Now he works in an office

With a whore in his bed

My mother sleeps alone at night

Dreaming of all her regret inside

I wanna tell her that I love her

Oh and if I could

I would've given her so much better

Cuz no don't you tell me that that man is my father

Oh just some hooded conceiver

Who tried really, really hard to please her.

So I'm returning to my gladness

When I was only ten

Playing football in the front yard

And sweating with my friends

I remember when I was thirteen

It was October something

I was standing on that front lawn listening.

That was the first time I heard you calling

As the sun was cooling down

And the moms were about to drive their kids around.

And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"

And they say. "Blah, blah, blah"

They give us truth deceiving

I don't think thats truth at all

And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"

And they say. "Blah, blah, blah"

They give us love thats leaving

I dont think thats love

Oh and the steeple people

Oh they're so happy not knowing you.

So boldly do they pervert your truth.

Oh did they think we wouldn't grow up

Did they think we couldn't throw back up

The sour milk they been pouring down out throats

Oh they have raised one pissed off generation

With kids that have to start taking care of them

Like hey mom get to work on time

And hey dad would you come home tonight

And the both of you stop drinking so much wine.

And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"

And they say. "Blah, blah, blah"

They give us truth deceiving

I don't think thats truth at all

And they say, "Blah, blah, blah, blah"

And they say. "Blah, blah, blah"

They give us love thats leaving

I dont think thats love.