There was 1 september day that papa worked 2 hard First he crucified every dandelion out in the yard Then he screamed at baby twice 4 throwin' rocks at passin' cars Baby didn't listen, so like a priceless work of art He got snatched by his papa who then opened up the closet door And pushed the four-year-old down, onto the closet floor Baby cried I'm sorry, I won't do it no more Papa said yeah, I know, that's what this here's 4 Smack! Ooh papa... Smack! smack! Ooh papa...papa... Smack! Ooh papa... Smack! smack! Ooh papa...papa...
As the door closes, baby starts 2 cry Please don't lock me up again, without a reason why Papa just went outside and pointed a shotgun up in the sky He said how come I don't love my woman? Then he took aim and died
Don't abuse children, or else they turn out like me
Fair 2 partly crazy, deep down we're all the same Every single 1 of us knows some kind of pain In the middle of all that's crazy, this 1 fact still remains If u love somebody, your life won't be in vain And there's always a rainbow, at the end of every rain
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