Far before you were born, your daddy already yelled the same words
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When your granddad burned his ideals to the ground
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Your mammy screamed: ¡°I¡¯m not raising children in this society¡±
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Luckily your dad knew to impede that
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Daddy, he was radical, fought against the system
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Now he has his own house and a car with no-claim
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Mammy was a hippy, she wore flowers in her hair
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Now she¡¯s in the rotary, eating caviar(*1)
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Upon the barricade, he and all the others
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They screamed louder than each other, the world needed to change
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Give us authority and everything shall be better!
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And indeed, right now it¡¯s still shit
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He says: ¡°You must study, you¡¯ll get a great job then¡±
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He says: ¡°A suit with a tie wouldn¡¯t be misplaced¡±
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But I say: ¡°Here me out daddy, there more than just money
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A suit with fake smile, I cut right through that¡±
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And even your granddad didn¡¯t want to be like his dad
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But a couple of years later he sat on the lawn with his six children
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Grandma yelled: ¡°Equal rights for Dutch women!¡±
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But then married a guy who couldn¡¯t keep his hands home
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Maybe I¡¯ll be raising children in this fucked up society
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And I will take my own little garden for on Saturdays
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Maybe I¡¯ll take a job from 8 till 5
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Or I¡¯ll become a topdog at a stupid fucking company
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Radical Fortune
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| Heideroosjes |
