The one hundredth beautiful crib death
Just sold to you'll-never-guess
The twisted kid was me,
Behold the freak
Behold the freak.
A perrenial prodigal guess,
But it doesn't get any better than this.
Kill your first born.
Destroy the norm.
Revolution, revolution, revolution
Writer(s): Daniel Bejar
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