Текст песни It’s My Child (I’ll Do What I Like) - Live at Brooklyn Steel - Car Seat Headrest

This next one is by Ethan

Vaccines give you autism
And other short stories by
Some fucker you've never heard of
But at least you've got to give him a try

What if the broadcast comes down from space
And my child turns into the State
I'm pulling our son out of school
But I think it's too late

It's my child, I'll do what I like
It's my child, I'll do what I like

I took my children to the fields
By the light of the moon
I said don't cry now, don't cry now babies
I promise that we'll get there soon

We looked so pretty all hand-in-hand
And I wiped their tears in the corn
I said look into the stars my babes
A silver ship is coming, and when you see it we will be reborn

It's my child, I'll do what I like
It's my child, I'll do what I like

In my dream I'm drowning in the romance of the automobile
Everybody is inventing the wheel when they come of age
In a world where we're suffering like Scanners

A mistake that no words of love or magnet's pull
Or bomb or beating shall anull
It's rotten luck, baby rotten luck
I'll say the name if someone can get my groceries today
I feel like a nosebleed
At the graves of Philip K Dick and Jane

Thank you very much! I lost a knob, that's crazy