| | Progress Lyrics Artist(Band):Pedro The Lion
We guarantee it won't collect a speck Freeing up the children to instead Grow into your molding Heed more of your scolding Go early to their new self-making beds Seems like you'd be tired of losing face Like you'd want to put the children in their place The more you have to tell them to do their chores The more you run the risk of being ignored If you're lucky they'll turn out as good as you You tell them that they're good kids but you know it isn't true Your father drank a little; you're on liver number two Progress has a way of feigning ease Convenient new inventions bait the tease For though it is impossible to cure: A husband bent on cheating The oxygen depleting A child who's always bragging A wife's persistent nagging We're equipped to live as though it were If you're lucky they'll turn out as good as you You tell them that they're good kids but you know it isn't true Your father drank a little; you're on liver number two If you find some error in Progress Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to sam kim for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Progress The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Pedro The Lion" Music | |
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