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 [bad word] 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
(News paper says that you'll fall on trials)
So drag your bodies off the stage
Uou ganged up on the second floor
Somebody saw the reaper climbing out that door