GOOD LUCK
Hey, hey, come here
Gotta tell you something
Come here, get over here
I want you to raise my kids
Plug them into the system and
Take over their minds
I want you to run my household
And swallow up my precious time
I don't want to be to blame
For their actions
I really don't want the distractions
I'm too busy to look at my kids
Throughout the busy day man
Screw it I run away
Good luck to all of you
We hope you make it through
Think about it crazy friend
Good Luck to you 'till the end
I'm selfish, I'm dense
I'm lazy, I'm tired, I'm slow
Let someone else raise the kids
So I can go with my flow
The school's will teach them
The church will preach to them
That television, it'll show them
That government man
They'll save them
(chorus)
Sex, Drugs, Right and Wrong,
Respect, Morals, Common Sense
Parents don't you blame
Maybe it's you that needs a change?

© 2009 PepperDome Music
JTStyles Productions
All music and lyrics by Tokarczyk
All Rights Reserved.
All Lyrics printed and used by permission.