Loved - Fein

You’re an entitled piece of shit

You’re just a pot smoking good for nothing

Kids today, yeah, they don’t want to work

I made mistakes, I’ll admit

I gave you participation trophies

Maybe I’m to blame, maybe I’m not

All the books I read proclaimed

That they had cracked the secret

Of instructing me on how to raise a man

And yet a quarter century elapsed

And what do you have you to show for it

You play with the piano while I work

Ooooh

You are loved

Ooooh

Were you too

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

Optimistic son of a bitch

You’re just a molly rolling good for nothing

Kids today, yeah, they don’t wanna work

You could’ve been an engineer

Instead I told you do whatever makes you happy

And you’ll never truly work

Several lines of credit later

University gave you a paper

Then they sent you back to me

I guess retirement will have to wait

I’ll die on my feet before

I live to see you get your ass to work

Ooooh

You are loved

Ooooh

Were you too

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

Loved

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