I murder little children, I ain't no low-down nonce I'm better than the thief, extortionist or ponce When I see a small child them I have to kill If I don't get to murder them it makes me feel ill I love to see a baby alone in his cot When mummy isn't looking their little throat I cut Love to see the little ones draw their last breath I feel my life it is fulfilled each time I cause a death Such suffering and strife that little one I've saved From a stupid sinful life, corrupted and depraved To murder little children, to me it makes such sense When my court case came I needed no defence I saved the little ones suffering and strife Let's face it, a piece of shit only is this life And then there is one less mouth in this world to feed And one less baby who'll grow up and most likely breed Instead of being prosecuted a hero I should be A super hero saving the world if only they could see So here I stand with a chance to have my voice heard When I pleaded my defence they said it was absurd But I love to kill the little ones, hang them from a Christmas tree Or put a nick in their wrists and watch them slowly bleed Put a pillow on their face and then to gently press I love it when they fight for air and take their last breath When mummy isn't looking, throw them on a subway track Then giggle as the subway train into them does smash Or from a high building or a bridge one I do throw I love the little thud I hear as they hit the floor below I'm vicious, cruel and nasty, I have to answer yes But please once again let me please impress Though I might enjoy my work I have morality The overcrowding of this world I want to ease So to kill a little baby for me it is the best Each time I kill a baby it's better for the rest