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i think of who's to blame, and i bow my head in shame. so you've grown tired of your parents always hanging around, they spoil your children, and having grandparents is out, yes, and they raised you well, but you wished to hell they'd go away, so you wouldn't have to pay for their food, forget all the years when they paid for you, send your mother to shady acres, send your father to shady acres, we'll take good care of them - you won't be aware of them, send them to shady acres, well, if one of them's dead, don't worry your head, 'cause we have a matchmaker, they can sit down and kvetch on the rest home steps while watching green acres, if you don't want to visit, well, there's no requisite, we have foster sons and daughters to help all our boarders stop feeling blue, keep the checks coming and we won't bother you, send your mother to shady acres, send your father to shady acres, we'll take good care of them - you won't be aware of them, send them to shady acres, our rooms are so peaceful. they'll die while they're sleeping, yes, right in their beds, now there's no need for worry. we have our own mortuary, and a beautiful cemetery, yes, we are good people. we care for the feeble, we've devoted our lives to the husbands and wives, who don't want their fathers around to be bothered, so send them!, we're respectable and tax deductible, send your mother to shady acres, send your father to shady acres, we'll take good care of them, you won't be aware of them, send them to shady acres, the freudian doctors they tell me - "have no fear, it's not your fault, "you're growing up bad 'cause your parents did you wrong", and i blame it on my parents, and the teachers in the schools, 'til i remember once upon a time, they had parents too, i think of who's to blame, and i bow my head in shame

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Artist: janis ian