Less Than Jake

Calling all mothers and fathers,
Come get your sons and daughters.
Right now they're on corners,
Finding ways to cure their boredom.
I'm sitting right here with them,
Waiting on those prescriptions.
Like it's our only mission.
Silver flasks and zip lock bags.
Vacant eyes and sweaty hands.
Cut in thirds then cut in half.
Money to monsters, exchanging hands.
Calling all mothers and fathers,
Come get your sons and daughters.
Right now they're feeling awkward,
Pills and powders in their lockers.
I'm standing right here with them,
Waiting on the voice of reason.
Glass pipes and tunnel vision.