Dear mother. Dear father. Can you answer some questions They're stealing my friends Like they broke all my toys Taking my freedom. Crushing my hope. I asked for some string And they gave me some rope And now I'm drifting towards violence Drifting towards violence again Drifting towards violence Drifting towards violence Dear mother. Dear father Can you answer some questions I've tried to find freedom And I've tried to find truth But I cannot see reason I cannot see logic And I cannot break away From the turmoil of my youth And now I'm drifting towards violence Drifting towards violence again Drifting towards violence Drifting towards violence Dear mother. Dear father Many thanks for your present Though I couldn't but resent When I removed the wrapping It wasn't what I wanted Though he worked For a short time To take my mind away From the production line Dear mother. Dear father Can you answer some questions I've tried to find reason And I've tried to find truth But I cannot see reason I cannot see logic And I cannot break away From the turmoil of my youth And now I'm Drifting towards violence Drifting towards violence again Drifting towards violence Drifting towards violence