-1This is the story of

A child raised on violent love

A child

No child

No longer

This is the story of

A world that isn't much above

Defiled

Reviled

In squander

This is the story

This hoary gory story

The story of our love

The master loves his slave, as the slave does love his son

The son loves his brother, like his brother loves his love

Through blood

Suffer a man to live

suffer a woman to live

suffer a child to live

and they'll suffer you to be humane

We'll never be humane

What's human in humanity is animal and vain

It's sanity insane

Little kiddy gets his giddy from the pain that he inflicts

Mommy find her silence in the pills that she ingests

While Daddy's never happy

Even when he's laughing

Slapping Mommy for his kicks

The master loves his slave, as the slave does love his son

The son loves his brother, like his brother loves his love

Through blood.

I love my baby with a tight-fisted grip

I love my baby with a leather belt-whip

I love my baby

I love my baby

And she loves me when she's hit

Daddy wants his baby ready in the afternoon

Daddy wants his baby and his baby wants it too

Daddy's wants are what she wants but Daddy's just a shit

And "baby" doesn't get it

The master loves his slave, as the slave does love his son

The son loves his brother, like his brother loves his love

Through blood

Beaver Cleaver's gone to war

He don't know what he's fighting for

But he knows it's all he's good for

Because Daddy loves his baby with a tight-fisted grip

And Mommy won't admit that Daddy's just a shit

So the Beav can't conceive just why he's gone to war

But he knows fighting's all he's good for.