You will be born into a Strange and Desolate place 
 It will be called "The Average Home" 
 The times will be Restless and full of Uncertainty. 
 It will be full of violence. The end of the century. 
 You will silently question this of your mother as you drink your milk, and you watch her move away 
 And there will be no answer 
 You will begin the long process of shutting down 
 Your countenance will reflect less light and later when you look at pictures of yourself 
 You will wonder 
 You will give up your backbone to the T.V. and you will accept a value system 
 Putting forth Lies and Hatred and Intolerance as acceptable in the name of Love 
 No one will step forward from the Shadows saying, "Expect this. It's Part of the Path" 
 You will discover Drugs and Alcohol 
 And you will have a good time 
 You will have a good time for a long, long time 
 And you will have a good, good time for a long, long, oh way too long time 
 And you will rush headlong towards your 
 Bottom Line in an Instinctive attempt to Heal yourself 
 You will finally go to AA to learn what you should have learned in Sunday School 
 And then you will give yourself permission to cry. And you will cry and cry 
 And your friends will move away nervously 
 And you'll feel like a Fool 
 And you will be alone,