You become your parents' parent

You become your parents' parent
And you love them
But you can't help feeling used
And you hate the teenage dad on his estate
Because he's poor / but he's happier / than you
They're all laughing at you
You're a dipper, a slider, cart-horse provider
Nobody cares about you
Just as long as you're out there bringing it in
Despising the grin on the face of the boy
With the methadone ahh
With his methadone
He's happy - so leave him alone ahh
With his methadone
He's happy - so leave him alone

... Fragmento de una canción de Morrissey que suena en mi cabeza estos dias