All The Same Paroles

To me
You're all the same
To me
You're all the same
To me
You're all the same
And the seed goes on

And the seed goes on
And the seed goes on
And the seed
And the seed goes on

I said all my kids with your fingers on the trigger
I stay at home, should've used the fucking slipper
I'm moving back, back in time
I'm going back to '89
And a feeling in my bones and the feeling ain't right
Slip down, tuck down, it's the end in sight
Just a sad sack in the wind, that's the way it goes You're all the same
To me
You're all the same
To me
You're all the same
And the seed goes on