Mother, where are you today?
You took a piece of me the day you went away
No recollection nor the smell of your perfume;
I took a piece of you the day I left the wom

Brother, put your needles down
The best thing for you is to leave this awful town
Pretty soon, you'll have kids to feed
If you see mother, tell her I can sing

Please don't worry, I am doing fine
You're much to busy to even find the time
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave;
The boys you left are men you didn't raise

And Daddy, how are you today?
You must be proud of the boys that you have raised
Your withered heart, and everything it's seen,
Your cuts and calloused hands, you had kids to feed
You had kids to feed

Please don't worry, I am doing fine
You're much to busy, to even find the time
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave;
The boys you left are men you didn't raise