Who says I can't do leftie outrage?
Lullaby
Sleep tight, little mite,
Your Daddy’s at the bank.
He gets a 1000K for pay,
And, let me tell you, that ain’t hay.
Your life will be a holiday
And he’s the one to thank.
Sleep sound underground,
Your Mummy’s off her head.
Her fella’s given her a whack.
They’re sniffing glue, they’re smoking crack,
And Daddy isn’t coming back.
It’s better being dead.
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