The dented can kids,
The day old bread kids,
The pie-faced fat kid, fat face.
Ain't no bigger than a horse fly,
Inline to be baptized,
The un-wise outwit always.
Like a bubbling cauldron
That's swallowing all men
You better get the banker
Get the type "A"
Ain't nobody that's inclined
if you pray at bed time.
They ain't going back to your birthday
And I should have warned you,
But I've had a little time to make some enemies.
And I should have warned you,
But I've had a little time to make some enemies.
God you gave them eyes but they can't see
The open legs are open arteries.
Who's blood in this darling?
Are you bleeding?
And oh the river it damps you
Oh the drugs how they cramp you
How your programmer program pranked you
If you fail you will still live
Cause nooses can give
The pistol could jam on you still
And the water is sluicen
It's clearly no use in
Dieing in the back father's chalet.
Stuffing dimes in their dimples
The drivels can drivel.
And they ain't going back to your birthday.
And I should have warned you
But I've had a little time to make some enemies.
God you gave them lips but they still speak
Of nothing less than the odious things
And all that portly cargo
They're still shlepping.