A Sad Story
Poor screwed-up people
In their poor screwed-up house
2-year old is always crying
Mama just stopped trying
Papa’s been overdosing those pills he’s been buying
He’s dying
And some lady sleeps in papa’s bed every night
Baby knows but he don’t say cause he don’t know wrong from right
But he wonders why mama always looks ready to fight
And papa always beats on mama
So mama beats on baby
Until one day comes along this suited up lady
And she takes away baby cause the parents are crazy
And baby never comes back cause the parents are lazy
Now papa beats on mama, not her body, but her mind
He always makes fun of mama’s double-digit size
After every meal mama goes to the bathroom, so she won’t feel so wide
One day she got sick of it, slit her wrists down the side
And yes, you could consider this suicide
Now papa can’t beat on anyone but himself
So one day he got bottles off of his top shelf
And he pop-pop-pop-popped pills till he was crazy as a Keebler elf
I guess it was too much for his health
Because now he’s dead
From his toes to his drugged up head
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