Praise Abort
I like to fuck, but no French letter.
Without the condom, the sex is better.
But every time I get it in,
A baby cries, and sometimes twins.
I have six kids and I don't like it.
They eat too much and treat me like shit.
They only wear posh label clothes.
If you give them one hand, they bite off both.
And all my friends, they have big cars,
Big mansions, too, and smoke the fine cigars.
They have deep pockets, I don't know why.
I look at my purse and start to cry
Why?
I hate my life and I hate you.
I hate my wife, and her boyfriend, too.
I hate to hate and I hate that.
I hate my life so very bad.
I hate my kids; I never thought
That I'd praise abort.
I like to fuck, but no French letter,
'Cause without kids, life is so much better.
So in the end, I got forced
To stay away from female intercourse.
I hate my life and I hate you.
I hate my wife, and her boyfriend, too.
I hate to hate and I hate that.
I hate my life so very bad.
I hate my kids; I never thought
That I'd praise abort.
Say goodbye, say goodbye,
We rise up, up to the sky.
Say goodbye, we'll come back
Soon as pretty butterflies.
Make you cry.
I hate my life and I hate you.
I hate my wife and my boyfriend, too.
I hate to hate and I hate that.
I hate myself so very bad.
I hate my offspring, I never thought
That I'd praise abort
I praise abort
