Ill take the road less traveled bynThats what my father always saidnNow he works in an officenWith a whore in his bednnMy mother sleeps alone at nightnDreaming of all her regret insidenI wanna tell her that I love hernnOh and if I could nI would've given her so much betternCuz no don't you tell me that that man is my fathernOh just some hooded conceivernWho tried really, really hard to please her.nnSo I'm returning to my gladnessnWhen I was only tennPlaying football in the front yardnAnd sweating with my friendsnnI remember when I was thirteen nIt was October somethingnI was standing on that front lawn listening.nThat was the first time I heard you callingnAs the sun was cooling down nAnd the moms were about to drive their kids around.nnAnd they say, Blah, blah, blah, blahnAnd they say. Blah, blah, blahnThey give us truth deceiving nI don't think thats truth at alln nAnd they say, Blah, blah, blah, blahnAnd they say. Blah, blah, blahnThey give us love thats leaving nI dont think thats lovennOh and the steeple peoplenOh they're so happy not knowing you.nSo boldly do they pervert your truth.nnOh did they think we wouldn't grow upnDid they think we couldn't throw back upnThe sour milk they been pouring down out throatsnnOh they have raised one pissed off generationnWith kids that have to start taking care of themnLike hey mom get to work on timenAnd hey dad would you come home tonightnAnd the both of you stop drinking so much wine.nnAnd they say, Blah, blah, blah, blahnAnd they say. Blah, blah, blahnThey give us truth deceiving nI don't think thats truth at alln nAnd they say, Blah, blah, blah, blahnAnd they say. Blah, blah, blahnThey give us love thats leaving nI dont think thats love.