The Kids Will Grow Up to Be Assholes

Lyrics

Folks, they're gonna getcha; And it ain't gonna be pleasant.​ There's that haunted feeling, you feel like you're being watched. It just— It's all-consuming.​​ Good God almighty! The phantom body He's gone and done it again, you know he's at it again And it's the last thing you should ever do But if you look at [the] abyss, it will look right back at you Give you a sense, give you a sense Give you a sense of being stared at Give you a sense, give you a sense Give you a sense of being stared at Give you a sense, give you a sense Give you a sense of being stared at Give you a sense, give you a sense Give you a sense of being stared at And the moral of the story is That the moral of the story is... And the moral of the story is That the moral of the story is... Give you a sense, give you a sense Give you a sense of being stared at Give you a sense, give you a sense Give you a sense of being stared at I'm losing it [?], I'm losing her! Calm down, Jonestown So help me God, I'll drink it down "We'll be watching you so watch your mouth" Hold me, armless We're ready to make you one of us We'll be watching you so watch your mouth You better watch your mouth Now you are one of us The kids will grow up to be assholes The kids will grow up to leave you with your house and your plants The kids will grow up to be assholes The kids will grow up to leave you where you lie on your head The kids will grow up to be assholes (Remember how we used to laugh, my oh my) The kids will grow up to leave you with your house and your plants (I'm fairly sure it was never at the same time) The kids will grow up to be assholes (And I'm a ghost that haunts your hometown) The kids will grow up to leave you where you lie on your head ([I'm around,] keep it down, [I'm the sounds] you swear you swore that…) The kids will grow up to be assholes (I know your team) The kids will grow up to leave you with your house and your plants (I know a thing about you, yes I do) The kids will grow up to be assholes (And I know we're fucked) The kids will grow up to leave you where you lie on your head (When I see a [?]) And the moral of the story is That the moral of the story is... Calm down, Jonestown So help me God, I'll drink it down "We'll be watching you so watch your mouth" Hold me, armless We're ready to make you one of us [The] song won't sing itself so just sing out You don't want your messes cleaned You don't want your bodies fixed You don't want your problems solved, stories all resolved You'll have nothing to lean on You don't want your stitches sewn 'Cause then you'll have the big unknown We'll be watching you so watch your mouth… You better watch your mouth You better watch your mouth You better watch your mouth