That's your child
That's your blood
All the while in the mud
Of your temper and your insults and your anger
Broken dreams
Not their fault
Failed attempts
Not their fault
And yet all these things you do put them in danger
And I don't understand
Why you don't treat them like you would a stranger
You'd never do that on the street
With anybody else you'd meet
There's a way to act with someone in your range there
All the shit you had to take
Is a cycle you could break
How great to be the one to make the change here
'Cause I don't understand
Why you don't treat them like you would a stranger
No I don't understand
Why you don't treat them like you would a stranger
Consideration and respect
Hold a door and say good morning
Man how hard is it to be polite?
Everybody is a person
No one needs to hear you cursing
Just because they're yours don't make it right
That's your child
That's your blood
All the while in the mud
Of your temper and your insults and your anger
Broken dreams
Not their fault
Failed attempts
Not their fault
And yet all these things you do put them in danger
And I don't understand
Why you don't treat them like you would a stranger
No I don't understand
Why you don't treat them like you would a stranger
Like you would a stranger
Like you would a stranger