Unloved Children - Todd Rundgren

Must be a factory somewhere

Keeps on cranking them out

Seems like they travel in pairs

Not worth the trouble but too full of clout

Somebody must play his game

They get stuck in the here and now

Lending and borrowing pain

His fist, your face, you kiss the ground

But he don’t do nothing half way

Complete this equation

He needs justification

Distaff affirmation

To keep on crankin' it out

We could build cell on cell

Mainline him straight to hell

But that would not dispel

Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children

Must be a garden somewhere

Keeps on sending them down

Big eyes, big teeth, big hair

Ready to breed with the nearest clown

She has the will to complain

But something won’t let her

Break free of the tether

Even though she knows better

She just can’t figure it out

We can prescribe for pain

Have her declared insane

Even all this won’t change

Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children

We let them find their own way

While everyone chooses

To ignore the abuses

We’ve all got excuses

We keep on, keep on cranking them out

And nobody has the time

To look at the great design

But they’re all from the same bloodline

Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children