He was their precious. He was their prodigal son.
He grew up hearing "You're such a fortunate one.
No need to think or wonder what you're all about.
Your mommy and your daddy have it all planned out."
Then came the one day when he was conscious and grown,
He came to realize he had no life of his own,
And when he dared to try to walk down his own road
What he thought was home, he saw it all explode.

(So where'd he go?)
Every time they run from you there's someone else they're running to?
Where they running to?

Rattle your saber and watch them flee.
Smother them with your hypocrisy.
Rattle their cages til they break free.
Suffer your children come unto me.

She was his princess. She was his one shining light.
He was her hero. Daddy had everything right.
The fairest of the fair, so cultured and refined,
til she brought home a young man of "another kind".
He wouldn't have it. "Abomination", he said.
She said "I love him!". He said "I'd rather be dead!"
And as she turned away in burning tears said he:
"No dirty nigger lover could have come from me!"

She was their angel. She was their number one love.
A gift from Jesus, sent down from heaven above.
Sent off to Catholic school and always earned straight A's,
And by the will of God not set in sinful ways.
Then came the day she came home with something inside.
The gates of vengeance unlocked and flew open wide,
And running from their anger she could hear them yell:
"You filthy, little whore! You both will burn in hell!"

Rattle your saber and watch them flee.
Smother them with your hypocrisy.
Rattle their cages til they break free.
Suffer your children come unto me.
Suppress their nature until they see.
That you've become the real enemy.
Pass down your rage at what they can't be.
Suffer your children come unto me.