Lyrics

Hello, Mr. Fetus, one arm, one leg, one eye
One parent wants you, one parent in denial
Just one careless Saturday night
In a rusty car behind the multiplex, multiplex
Mr. Penis now works nine to five
On minimum wage, minimum wage
Just so your blue baby book can add
Another stained, a stained curled page
Another stained, stained curled page
Another stained, stained curled page
Mr. Fetus, how do you feel?
You walkin', talkin', droolin' welfare check
Let mother fill your ears with the words "heaven sent"
While playin' hangman with the word "accident"
So, who loves you more?
With ping pong playmates for parents, playmates for parents
Provoking dents in your side
That cannot be hammered out, hammered out
Months spent flyin' over the net
Praying that one day someone misses
Because the game is boring
Because the game is "fuck you"
The game is "fuck you"
Because the game, the game is "fuck you"
Mr. Fetus, how do you feel?
You walkin', talkin', droolin' welfare check
Let mother fill your ears with the words "heaven sent"
While playin' hangman with the word "accident"
Mr. Fetus, how do you feel?
You walkin', talkin', droolin' welfare check
Let mother fill your ears with the words "heaven sent"
While playin' hangman with the word "accident"
Accident
Accident
Accident
Accident
How do you feel?
Accident
How do you feel?
Mr. Fetus, how do you feel?
You walkin', talkin', droolin' welfare check
Let mother fill your ears with the words "heaven sent"
While playin' hangman with the word "accident"
Mr. Fetus, how do you feel?
You walkin', talkin', droolin' welfare check (How do you feel?)
Let mother fill your ears with the words "heaven sent"
(How do you feel?)
While playin' hangman with the word "accident"
(How do you feel?)
Written by: Faderhead
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