Mommy, I'm doing
a song that talks about demons, snakes and deads
but I can't make it
because the bass player is hitting me.
Mommy, and it talks about blood,
and sacrifices with babies, virgins, frogs and catfishes
but I only have remainders,
because I burned myself with the coffee with milk.
Mommy, look at the bass player!
Mommy, he's hitting me!
No, I didn't do anything to him!
Mommyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Mommy, and it talks about thunders,
And that the KKK, Charles Manson and Hitler were good,
but, mommy, I hurted myself,
because I poked myself with the earring.
Mommy, and though it hurts you,
it says I shot some children at the school exit,
and no damned verse comes out,
because my teddy bear tatoo got erased.
Mommy, look at the bass player!
Mommy, he's hitting me!
No, I didn't do anything to him!
Mommyyyyyyyyyyyy!