[bagster]

I’m glad you’re not my; Offspring

I guess that makes two of us, dad.

[Zeneta]

Come now and listen babe
I gotta reason why I behave
Like a child with a light in eyes
Running naked on a cold winter night
I am like a pigeon that is spreading
It’s wings to fly away to better things
Like a hammer that has made
A dent in every little single cent you’ve spent
Said oh God you’ve got to help me a little bit
You’ve got to have a relief file for me