[unlisted track #23 of Hot Dogma]

It stays with you forever
You never lose it
Your family has got you
In a griplike vice
It's entrapment so effective
You always choose it
Put an ad in the paper
"Lost Paradise"
You're always a daughter
Or always a son
Even when mother's a loser
And Dad wants to bolt
Do what you like
You can hide
You can't run
If your parents are split up
It's probably your fault
Guilt clings to you
Like the shit in a nappy
Don't listen to what
The counsellers say
Without you your parents
May just've been happy
It's war you're not escaping
You're running away
Be a lawyer be a doctor
You're still putrid
It's still true
That your parents are rooted
There's divorce in the air
At least, it's mooted
If they took my advice
They'd both get neutered
It's the same in all homes
Be it penthouse or pavement
Every house is so
Economically run
Your parents give credit
And you give repayment
You want asylum
Instead you end up in one
There's no such thing as forgiveness
Forget absolution
Your life will be frittered away
With worries and bills
And your crowning achievement?
Reproducing! I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying life kills
You're gonna have children
You know as you fuck
You and your wife just don't know how many
Part of me sort of wishes you luck
'cause I love children
That's why I'm not having any
And your family will fail
And your life will be torture
And your wife'll turn ugly
And your children be dills
Because you haven't forgotten the lessons Mum and Dad taught you
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying life kills
I can see you with cancer both in and around you
The internal expression of external ills
I can see you dying with your family around you
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying life kills
I can see you look petulantly around you
At all the things you've never had
I can see the paramedics pound you
As you die a child just like your Dad
Then your body is all that's left of what's been you
The chest stops jerking and