Progress — текст песни (Pedro The Lion)

Here we have our dust-free dining set
We guarantee it won`t collect a speck
Freeing up the children to instead
Grow into your molding
Heed more of your scolding
Go early to their new self-making beds

Seems like you`d be tired of losing face
Like you`d want to put the children in their place
The more you have to tell them to do their chores
The more you run the risk of being ignored

If you`re lucky they`ll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they`re good kids but you know it isn`t true
Your father drank a little; you`re on liver number two
Progress has a way of feigning ease
Convenient new inventions bait the tease
For though it is impossible to cure:
A husband bent on cheating
The oxygen depleting
A child who`s always bragging
A wife`s persistent nagging
We`re equipped to live as though it were

If you`re lucky they`ll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they`re good kids but you know it isn`t true
Your father drank a little; you`re on liver number two