Dolls

That child there is basterdized

No succesful adult wants a broken doll

No child wants a stiff house

No morallity in them curtains

Self made wretches

Traping inocence in wall paper

No independent being wants a broken keep sake

A bastard of a bastard

Lack of responsiblity 

No common sense

Lustful temptation

is how one is made 

And that child there won't shed a tear for nobody

Won't fight for humanity

to stupid to spell

but can cock a gun just right 

Has fingertips to kill

That child there is basterdized

No succesful adult 

wants a broken doll.