Progress Lyrics - Pedro The Lion

Here we have our dust free dining set 

We guarentee it won't collect a spec 

Freeing up the children to instead 

Grow into your molding 

Heed more of your scolding 

Go early to their new self-making beds 

It 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 that it's not 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's depleting 

A child who's always bragging 

A wife's persistent nagging 

We're equipped to live as though it were