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During the day they're good family chiefs
But at nigth they turn into monsers
Drugs, sex, pervesion, lies
Everything the condemn for their own desires
They're the hypovrites
They're looking for problems
To show how they're worried
About country's welfare and moral support
Parental advosory, censure overload
I don't know who told
They're the parents of the world
