For Your Own Good
All parents everywhere have said thisAt one time or another
I'm doing this for your own good
And all children have replied the same
Good, what good, no good can come of this
But because our parents love us to death
They over protect us when something weird
Comes strutting down the road
And of course the kids suffer for it
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