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Born Free

I'm proud to be an accident
Of post coital-abstinence
I'm glad my daddy spawned me
With lust not common sense
I'm glad the spunk he jettisoned
Deep up inside my mum
Was not meant to make a me
But exploded out of fun

My destiny's to take the piss
That's how I was mixed
My chemicals they effervesce
I'm an accidental prick

Now some folk they'll need a kidney
And be glad they have offspring
And of course they brought them up
To do the decent thing
So when bandages need changing
Or when the bucket's filled with piss
no need to worry how to cope
Just call the bloody kids

My destiny's to serve you
And to take on your abuse
Then to pass it down the line
When I reproduce

Life maybe passed you by
And left you middle aged
But you can still find that fame
If you procreate
Oh look at how your baby screams
She's got a talent for the rage
Buy for her a booby job
And put her on the stage

My destiny's to amuse you
Just like a puppy dog
Even though it hurts me
When nothing's good enough

It's awful when a mother dies
And leaves her kids behind
Why couldn't god have taken
One of those barren useless kind
You're incomplete and worthless
If you have no dustbin lids
without that special bond you're
A crazy fucking witch

It's all about the kids
Won't you think about the kids
Let's pretend humanity
Cares about the kids