Daddy's in the paper and Mommy's in the Hollows.nYour sister's in the valley, she's coming up tomorrow.nBrother's at the neighbors and anyway you follow,nSo tell me what you doing, with them making you a star.nI'm not getting any younger. Am I making it so far?nAnd everybody knows about you now.nn'Cause some day, we'll all blow away,nLike butterflies and breezes on a windy day.nnAnd some time, we'll all close our eyes,nAnd pray for all the kids committing suicide. nnWe got television. nWe got drug addiction.nWe got mommies and daddies nWith clinical sadness and superstition. nnSo kill me. I don't wanna be a missionary.nAll you with all your pain and all your bitchin'nAre you getting very far on elbows?nn'Cause some day, we'll all blow away,nLike butterflies and breezes on a windy day.nnAnd some time, we'll all close our eyes,nAnd pray for all the kids committing suicide. nnWe got television. nWe got drug addiction.nWe got mommies and daddies nWith clinical sadness and superstition, nAnd superstitionnAnd superstition,nAnd superstition,nAnd superstition,nAnd superstition,nAnd superstition,nAnd superstition,nAnd superstition,nAnd superstition,nAnd superstition.nSuperstition.