Artist: Pedro The Lion
Song: Progress

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 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 

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