I've got to admit it's getting better, betterLet me do a little twist on that.
A little better all the time, it can't get no worse
I have to admit it's getting better, better
It's getting better since you've been mine
Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word, I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can
In the manner of Dante, I spent years consigning my deceased father to the deepest circles of hell for having abandoning my mother and me when I was a child. In the end, although I haven't copied the history and I am a distinct person, I realize I'm not much better than my father.
And that's what I really call getting better.