Hey there little boy now don't you be afraid your father doesn't love you and he's made your mom a slave They got between the sheets to make your evil frame with larcenies and lies all signs and arrows aim
And it's always gonna be the same Take the barrel, take the breath and the aim And it's always gonna feel the same Take the mark, take the guess out of the game
Say there little boy now don't you be afraid Your mommy doesn't love you and your daddy's just a slave, he smokes up all the sheets and then he buys some more cocaine and you'll find films of him banging broads and it could be your mother all the same
And our lord will always feel the same Take the barrel, take the breath and the aim
And our lord will always feel the same Take the mark, take the guess out of the game
Life will always be the same Take the barrel, take the breath and the aim
And our lord will always feel the same Take the mark, take the guess out of the game