All the Same

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

You're all the same 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 that 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 that feeling ain't right
Slip down, tucked down, it's the end in sight
Just a sad sack in the wind, that's the way it goes
Watch your kids fade, fade away like ghosts

You're all the same 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