Lone Child

Tailor made for the lone child,

Labor born put upon,

The bylaw takes effect increase as a valiant force blazes on,

And if the furnace runs out of heat,

Die or evasively presume a new one!

So put this chump in his place,

The common wealth in mass appeal so lets get it straight,

The patron’s weight overrides two cents from the crowd,

Just a fuck like you in the way,

Is all in a days worth to erase,

So make or break your wage.

Steady rise of the lone child,

Payback born to the bone,

And subject to a vast array lf malignant pay to fold,

But a little bird told me that the only way to go is right through them!