Muller's Ratchet

Son, you're too clouded by far
And I don't pay you to be smart
No one here likes a smart ass
So finish up behind the bar

You are at a difficult age
You can have world in a raga
So why don't use some of that energy
And roll your sleeves up like your mother and me

I know it, you know it
You're gonna end up just like me
And when it all falls to you
You're gonna end up just like me

Dad, I don't want to fall out
But this life is not what I'm about
Don't you ever wonder what it's all about?
And don't you wake up thinking that you're missing out?

We are living in a different age
(Newspaper says that you'll fall on trials)
So drag your bodies off the stage
You ganged up on the second floor
Somebody saw the reaper climbing out that door



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Swinnerton, Lasse Petersen, Alan Donohoe, James Horn-smith, Chris Ketley
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