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Mum and dad don’t look so hot these days,
they’re getting over the hill.
Death is closing in and catching up,
as far as I can tell.
Got a plan of action and cold blood,
and it smells like defiance.
I’ll just wait for mum and dad to die,
and get my inheritance.

Now I want more
‘Cause I’m getting bored,
and I’m going nowhere fast,
I was once filled with doubt,
now it’s all figured out,
nothing good can last.

Crows feet and rot are setting in,
And time is running out,
my parents income interest rate is gaining higher clout,
I’m a snot nosed slob without a job,
And I know I damn well should,
Mum and dad don’t look so hot these days
but my futures looking good.

Now I want more
‘Cause I’m getting bored,
and I’m going nowhere fast,
I was once filled with doubt,
now it’s all figured out,
nothing good can last.