This one is entitled Conception.
Headphones sitting up high
Sweet soul music, standing tall
Cut your breakfast on a mirror
Steal yer dads gasoline
Tommorrow is a day that never comes
Yesterday was so bleak
Rains drips off my head
Nowadays a woman gets her cred
From fucking on streets
Throw your newborn in a pail
Life is harsh, kiss the viper
Don't worry about conception
Kill it and quit, end times aren't near
So gather your dead and dying
Battallions rot into flames
March backwards to yesterday
When you had conception.
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