(Burrrrp) Oh, yeah, oh, you son of a bitches
(It gets so fuckin' crabby in this booth, man)
(It's like 90 degrees in here)
(Smells like cigarettes in a toilet)
(I'm gonna build) a Stepfather Factory
The latest in technology
Stepfather Factory
Jobs for the community
A Stepfather Factory
The age of familial industry
A Stepfather Factory
Building tomorrow's fathers today
A Stepfather Factory
The latest in technology
Stepfather Factory
Jobs for the community
A Stepfather Factory
The age of familial industry
Building tomorrow's fathers today
Spilling the leftovers of [creational clique]
We grew with the concept now we're ready to go public
Today's a big day for the company
A big step for the little-steppers who slept for years uncomfortably
Little man, little lady, cute little baby
Reach your hand out to the future of automated robotics
On display here for the first time in under a year here
At the World's fair - but is it really?
Ladies and Gentlemen I propose that the market
Is sinking under the weight of useless contraptions
Added to the shopping carts of all hard-working families
Electric doodads and wizard hats [exist] to keep the munchkins entertained
But get replaced by newer versions such as breakdown systematically
Mothers - how many times have you debated sub-euthanasia tablets for breakfast snacks
When restlessness attacks seemingly at random?
With an emptiness inside that's hard to identify, maybe
Pursuing obvious like pill-popping [the cossanova edict]
Chances are you've been abandoned
Well I'm no scientist, that's not what I went to school for
And I'm not a doctor, so I don't know much about medicine
But I'm willing to bet that you, yes you little
What's your name sweetheart?
(dada) yeah, whatever
Get a funny feeling in your tummy when your mommy cries
Something between woozy and confusion
And you spend your thoughts on how the sadnessin your mommy
Can be rooted out, burned, scorched, turned out, forgotten
Different concepts than the candy and little baby dolls or
Whatever it is that normal kids get to think about
Well I can honestly say that this invention is,
Let me start by saying we've grafted only the finest stuff
Inserted the most high tech, state of the art, with brain charted for authentic
Truly human emotion and trained to be domestic
Made from the most easily available materials and, uh, loosely inspected
Guaranteed to revolution
Writer(s): Jaime Meline
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