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Lethal Progeny or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Children

Little bourgeois bastards
left by Mom 'n' Dad
with their transistor baby-sitter(wait-- it's all digital now) Lethal progeny,
doomed by a lost generation, a stupid generation
more concerned with toys that beep
than a lonely child's sorrowful bleat
for love and attention; Lethal progeny
doomed by 6 'o' clock news psychology
unwittingly (or not) prescribing machine gun
therapy
Lethal Progeny: killers in baby-skin suits,
they're only juveniles, so young, so innocent
(It must be Hollywood's fault!
or Silicon's perhaps, sand- based cyanide, warping lambs'
minds.)
whatever Valley's fault, the faults of young minds are shifting
and Madrid and poor ol' Andy aren't anything compared to it.
Pinstripe suits & gray hair only want an alter
sacrifice a fat cat so the lambs can keep being led
so happily to slaughter.
they'll vilify & vilify, but leave the real villains dry
wash away any caked on gore with v-chips and
ratings galore
card the kids before the show, put on the real show
at the ticket booth, they'll get in anyway
It's all a game to them, so I might as well play
after all, I'm a 21st century digital high definition stereo surround
state-of -the art
wonder bread
In the death match multiplayer we pixels call life
my whole generation's in another's crosshairs.

Description
Lethal Progeny or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Children

Little bourgeois bastards
left by Mom 'n' Dad
with their transistor baby-sitter(wait-- it's all digital now) Lethal progeny,
doomed by a lost generation, a stupid generation
more concerned with toys that beep
than a lonely child's sorrowful bleat
for love and attention; Lethal progeny
doomed by 6 'o' clock news psychology
unwittingly (or not) prescribing machine gun
therapy
Lethal Progeny: killers in baby-skin suits,
they're only juveniles, so young, so innocent
(It must be Hollywood's fault!
or Silicon's perhaps, sand- based cyanide, warping lambs'
minds.)
whatever Valley's fault, the faults of young minds are shifting
and Madrid and poor ol' Andy aren't anything compared to it.
Pinstripe suits & gray hair only want an alter
sacrifice a fat cat so the lambs can keep being led
so happily to slaughter.
they'll vilify & vilify, but leave the real villains dry
wash away any caked on gore with v-chips and
ratings galore
card the kids before the show, put on the real show
at the ticket booth, they'll get in anyway
It's all a game to them, so I might as well play
after all, I'm a 21st century digital high definition stereo surround
state-of -the art
wonder bread
In the death match multiplayer we pixels call life
my whole generation's in another's crosshairs.