babies I hate to be the one who knows that dr. president wants to take your fingers for dollars this little piggy goes to the diamond market this little piggy goes to the butcher shop this little pig goes to a pair of sneakers made by a baby just like you
yeah your momma’s probably going to cry and your daddy will protect you, well he’ll try but how can you hide from the dragons of destruction? how little kids they just don’t realize the price of their extinction can help to drive all the cars on the freeways of the world
they’ll trade a baby for a lap dance they’ll trade a baby for a double latte they’ll trade a baby for a new car a baby for a facelift for your wife
it’s not a hold on to your hat, kids, it’s a hold on to your homes because the moths have arrived they want to eat through your clothes surrounding your schools because they want you to learn their dinner party’s tonight all eyes on the caviar ‘cause they like little eggs the younger the feed, the better it gets because the youngest feed is the future of the enemies
they’ll trade a finger for a fur coat they’ll trade a finger for a cut and blow dry they’ll trade a finger for a silk scarf a finger for a hamburger with fries
one day you should ask yourself a question would you give up your hand for a handful of lives? would you give up your tongue for a mouthful of voices? would you give a glass of blood to help someone survive? or do you give yourself over to a country, a country of hot country