Pedro The Lion - Progress lyrics

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 as 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