Mark

The City is frightening me.

The City's cities

R frightening to me.

Babies beware,

Strangers rape there.

The girls

Stand and laugh,

While

The men

Get it on.

And there's no where to run.

Look! Little baby

Has a head*

In his lap,

And it's not his,...

You Bastard,

You put it there,

And now baby must get rid of it!

Baby won't today...

It's now your turn to play...

And Baby will,

And Baby WILLS,

And BABY'S WILL... Be Done

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