My mother and father, they brought me up clean
Spare change and a bible by the bedside
I stayed in the house until I was eighteen

I watched the world through a hole in the screen
Smelled the rainstorm and the thunder outside
My mother and father, they brought me up clean

I hear my mother on my answering machine
She was a child when her own mother died
I stayed in the house until I was eighteen

They told me that people are ugly and mean
And Jesus would love me if I swallowed my pride
My mother and father, they brought me up clean

My mother and father, they have a routine
And soft-spoken fears that they always denied
I stayed in the house until I was eighteen

Childhood is a sickness without a vaccine
A fever dream, arms and eyes opened wide
I stayed in the house until I was eighteen
My mother and father, they brought me up clean