The Fisher King Blues Frank Turner

Parents, don't be too kind to your kids
Or else how will they grow up to be
Louche Parisian sinners or Nashville country singers
Singing about the terrible things their parents did?
Lovers, don't be sparing with the truth
Break their hearts if that's what you must do
Fill them with remorse, tinged with hope of course
And let their baser instincts pull them through

And though it seems a little strange to me
People never really change, it seems

And all across America
Waitresses and boys who play guitar
They fall in love and they fall out, the boys have something to sing about
The girls go drown their sorrows at the bars
While in front rooms all across the old country
Sat spellbound in front of their TVs
The younger brothers and sisters wonder at what they're missing
And wonder how the air tastes when you're really free

And though it seems a little strange to me
People never really change, it seems
We're all broken boys and girls, at heart
Come together fall apart