[...] every person speculates on creating a new need in another, so as to drive folx to fresh sacrifice,

‘You know cat in the cradle finds a silver spoon’
‘You know little boy blue finds the man in the moon’
‘You know I’m gonna be just like you, okay?’
‘Fucking gay, fucking gay’

‘You know cat in the cradle finds a silver spoon’
‘You know little boy blue finds the man in the moon’
‘You know I’m gonna be just like you, okay?’
‘Fucking gay, fucking gay, okay’

‘I don’t know when’
‘But we’ll get together then’