Lie down, children
All-is-soft
Our baby has blond hair
His belly's fat
Fine pure white powder
Will smooth his skin
With cotton and lotion
Well help him in
[Verse 2]
The killer, persuader
With tooth-marked shoulder
Is waiting, and sifting
Through these hours
Above us, now watching
Our jealous eyes
The bleeder of millions
Is in this bed
[Outro]
Sugar, cream
Morphine
All is his
Feed him soon
Consume