Little Child


Your child is so twisted,
And I know you think he's cute.
Sitting by the fire place,
Pacifier banging against the persian rug.
But he's watching us with those eyes.
Yes can't you see, because he does!
Look at his imagination click on,
He wants you dead, yes he does,
This little child of yours.

Can we kill him now,
Can we watch him drown?
Can we stop him before he starts?
This little child of yours.

He'll grow up and start by
Putting spiders on the stove top,
He watches them disappear in smoke.
Laugh it up baby boy because you,
You can't fool me, I'm not blind
Like your mother, your poor mother.
He kills cats in the alleyway,
He wants you dead, yes he does,
This little child of yours.

Can we kill him now?
Can we push him from the balcony?
Can we stop him before he starts?
This little child of yours.

He's just a baby now I know,
But I can see it in his smile,
Just give him a little while before,
Well before he's got you tied up
To his new bunk bed and screaming at you,
For not understanding him!
Scream at you for not being there for him!
He's a sick one, this smiling baby boy.
Look at him puke on your shirt,
Look at him shoot his friend in the eye!

You're next,
You're next,
(It was an accident officer!)
You're next,
You're next,
(She fell down the stairs!)
You're next,
You're next,
(I'll miss her so much!)
You're next....

Can we kill him now?
Let him fall from the window sill?
Can we stop him before he starts?
This little child of yours.