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