Violent baby, ruthless pig
Rubenesque monster
Eternal beyondster hipster, I am
Breed of the bad
Hipster-monster born bad, I was
And my mother was not sad
When she said
This one's born bad
Bad! Born bad and sliced!
All my bringing up
And growing tall
Was verging on the ridiculous
In a setting close to nought
And under the Christmas-tree
I ended up as decoration
My heart was sliced
My home is in pieces
Now I'm always cruel
And never fair
Ruthless pig and sliced to pieces
My heart relieved
And shivered in circles
A self-pity mankind I am
Makes my energy high
It will smash you to pieces
Born bad
