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Tekster: Direct Hit!. #3. Mom & Dad.


You've got a problem with your attitude,
and we're not about to take it anymore -
So have a seat and shut up,
it's all that you're good for

We've dropped the game you kept us playing,
and we've stopped pretending we can work it out -
So fucking tired of you and benefits of the doubt

And I know since you were a kid that you've wanted it bad,
but nobody really cares about the problems you have -
And while your house is overrun with all the fans you make glad,
we can guarantee nobody wants to hear about your mom or your dad

We've dealt with every threat you're making,
and we've felt you only wanna play the clown -
So take this song as a note about how we're not down

We're not about to let you finish,
and we're not about to give you the last word -
No matter what the excuse you think that you might've heard

So won't you please just shut your mouth and cut the losses you have?
Your check's a-coming in the mail, that's all it takes, ain't it sad?
So won't you take it to the bank, and how I hope you ain't mad,
because nobody wants to hear about your problems with your mom or your dad

And what's the use of speaking up when all you do is complain?
Or have you come up with solutions for your feelings and brain?
So take a minute just to think about the things that you say,
because nobody really cares about your goals or future anyway
Direct Hit!