Baby

If all you can do
Is torture a baby
And believe it’s right
Tie a rope around its neck
And chase it Till it takes fright

A dozen or so yobs with nothing better
To do each day
SPain this isn’t culture
Tis criminality I say

You should be holed up in some jail
With prisoners chasing you
There is nothing more vile
Than abusing the young
And that much I know is true

As it crashes into plastic chairs
You can clearly see the fright
You give it and I have to say
HAthor one dark night

Will come in through your window
And gore each of you well
With two great horns up your backside
You can share this babies HELL