Parents is a 1989 horror-comedy film written by Christopher Hawthorne and directed by Bob Balaban. The film is about a suburban boy in the 1950s who suspects his parents of cannibalism. The film starred Randy Quaid, Mary Beth Hurt, Sandy Dennis, and Bryan Madorsky. Although the film is primarily in the horror genre (it can also be categorized as surrealistic horror, and the film has sometimes been compared to the work of David Lynch, particularly Blue Velvet), it features many comic moments, including the use of sitcom-like music in its soundtrack, and has sometimes been categorized as a black comedy. The production of the film spared no expense in creating each detail, reproducing accurately the modern style of the 1950s, right down to the clothing, wallpaper and carpeting. It was filmed in Ontario. Its tagline is: There's a new name for terror!.
Michael Laemle is a ten year old boy living in 1954 suburban Massachusetts. He has new friends at his school, a father with a great job at a chemical plant named Toxico, and a mother who is the perfect homemaker, both always smothering him with kindness. However, when he questions where the huge cuts of meat come from that his parents serve every night, his parents aren't so kind. They are short tempered, and refuse to answer his questions. He quickly begins to fear both of his parents when he begins to suspect his "perfect" family of keeping dark secrets from him. Why isn't he allowed in the basement? Michael knows his parents are engaging in cannibalism, and that he is in danger. Michael grows more hysterical and disturbed every time his parents try to feed him their "choice cuts". He confesses to the school counselor why he is afraid of his parents. She doesn't believe him, and if she doesn't, who will?
Parents
They deprive
They diminsh our time
Mother-father
Wish I was dead
Could have been cum on their bed
Put me in this world
Gave me a little
The rich fucking bastards
Didn't care at all
Wish I were dead
I'm better off alone
I don't need their raggin'
Anymore
Turn that down
That noisy music
Go to bed
And leave me the fuck alone
That's all they say
And all they do
Get me out of this place
Can't take it anymore
Wish I were dead
I'm better off alone
I don't need their raggin'
parents, why won't they shut up? parent's they're so fucked up. they treat me like a fool they take me for a fool parents... they're so fucking dense they look into the past for future reference parents... they don't even know i'm a boy just treat me like a toy but little do they know one day i'll explode! parents...
When I was a little boy
They would say to me
Don't go in the world and play
It's bad company
All they had was child and faith
Let him grow and let him wait
Just to find out what it was to be free
But now I'm over twenty one
Growing up I've had my fun
And I know it's got to be
Baby lying in a womb
Are you free or in a tomb
Let me in,
I feel I want to cry.
Oh the road is long
Oh the road is long
Come on back, back.
Wash your hands and up to bed
Mind your manners
Or you're dead
Mind the cars cos you've got school on Monday
Put my trust in God
Who is he I know not what
Something mummy said one Sunday.
Maybe love is life but life is not
It's something I need plenty of.
Oh! I wish I'd died and never lived a day.
Now there's no one near me now
Tell me what to do and how
Take me back and sing my cares away.
Take me let me sing my cares away
Oh! the road is there
Oh that road is there
Come on back, back.
Oh! I'm empty now
Rainy pain has left me now.
Think of what my people used to say.
Black is black and white is white
Which to choose and which is right
Guide me to a place where I can stay.
Wrap me up and keep me warm
Hide myself far from the storm
Sleep and love will keep my mind at rest.
Only now I realise what my parents had to try.
Love you all and keep you all my life.
Oh that road is there
Oh the road is there
When this all began, our parents couldn't understand, didn't want to listen to their demands, tried to explain this is all we know, don't want to be a part of your, silly freak show!
We suggest, do what you like, even if you have to, put up a fight, getting lost along the way, along the way, even though in the end it works out right
Our future's fallen to decay
Signs are everywhere it seems
And behind it all I find
The one who stole it blaming me.
It's you.
It's you.
So if'
You hate what we've become
Then just look at the world
We're from.
I'm surrounded by disease
Devours everyone I meet
And behind it all I find
The one who caused it blaming me.
It's you.
It's you.
So if'
You hate what we've become
Then just look at the world
We're from.
'Cause in the end,
All we share is you.
You're to blame.
For the things you do.
If you hate me
Look at yourself.