Why are they swearing again
Calling their dealers, those kids of yours
Why are they smiling like that
On some drugs oh no
Soon they'll be depressed again
Shut into their rooms, those kids of yours
Isn't there a sanitarium
Where they could be sent to
The future runs away when they do nothing
Those kids of yours won't make it
When competition eats the weak out of the way
Training and discipline
Should be brought to such slackers
Ours have read
Fallen asleep in their beds those kids of ours
We have hobbies
Sports and horses oh yeah
They've done their schoolwork
And aren't cast aside like those kids of yours
We are happy, the doors are locked in our house
The future runs away when they do nothing
Those kids of yours won't make it
When competition eats the weak out of the way
Training and discipline
Should be brought to such slackers
Who would it bother
Break their necks...