Something's Wrong with the Children

Who buried our love in a pine box

Stapled shut with glassine locks?

Who went underground in detox

Spun around and wound up in the same spot?

As long as I’m asking questions here

Let me see if this sounds queer:

I went to a bar and chose water over beer

Sat with a girl tattooed down to there

We smoked a pack of cigarettes

Showed me a picture of miniature pets

Does the boy want what he gets?

A hug and a “Later” and I haven’t seen her since

Now I know some people slight me

Tell me straight to my face they stereotype me

One guy said he’s dying to fight me

But why do so many people try to write just like me?

When you cheated on me, did it feel better?

Were you wearing that red sweater?

The one I gave you when we were together?

I hope you wear it always like a scarlet letter

And then that other girl from the south

She talked a lot with so many dicks in her mouth

That’s fine for her but I got freaked out

Could have been a grand exit but I just sneaked out

Something’s wrong with the children and I love it

Something’s wrong with this guy and he makes it all public

And he’s losing all hope, while we’re on the subject

Fucked in the head but you all love it

That’s why you hear about kids being violent

Divide and conquer isn’t just for the government

Now the media’s selling fear into retirement

We’ll build up walls to keep the world silent

Something’s wrong with the children and we all know it

Plant a seed of doubt and the parent is sure to grow it

Give me a hundred chances and watch me still blow it

You asked for an apology but I think I still owe it