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Tom Robinson

The Baby Rages On

 

The Baby Rages On

(álbum: We Never Had It So Good - 1990)


Your twenty years of adulthood
Have left you well and looking good
And fitter than you've ever been before
And though you're more resigned to life
With little children and a wife
It seems to me you've fought a private war

The kids we used to be turned into you and me
With the baby raging on inside
You force yourself to swim and work out at the gym
With the baby raging on
But the iron discipline is only paper thin
And the baby's raging on
The baby's raging on
Inside

The way you laugh, the things you said
The rueful way you shake your head
Remind me just how little things have changed
It's always hard to act your age
When choking back a baby's rage
And savage jokes can never ease your pain

I feel like I'm alone with a prisoner, in your home
And the baby's raging on inside
You've done the best you can to impersonate a man
With the baby raging on
But the streak of anarchy's still fighting to be free
And the baby's raging on
The baby's raging on
Inside

Fascinated by the faces
That we knew when we were young
Distrusted and disgusted
By the strangers we've become
Though I'm laughing as I'm marching
To the sound of my own drum
Never told you, wanna hold you
Like a mothering son

Our younger days have gone with the winters rolling on
And the baby raging on inside
I'm sad but not ashamed of the people we became
With the baby raging on
But I swear I felt the knife as I kissed your kids and wife
With the baby raging on inside
I climbed back in the car trying to cover up the scar
With the baby raging on
The baby raging on
Inside

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