The Ugly Man Sings

(albüm: A Portrait Of An Ugly Man - 2020)

Of all the children I've tamed
Who must bear this weight
You have always been one of most resistance
I can't comb your hair
Or eat your bread
Without being bitten
You're too big for my breast
But too small to pay rent
And I don't want to be your second mother
When you writhe and twist
In your spasmodic fits
I feel nothing other than bothered

Often I ponder
How to send you back into your mother
I think you would benefit
From more time in there for development

How hard could it really be
How hard could it really be
For you to behave for me
How hard could it really be
How hard could it really be
For you to behave for me
This could be easy

I've seen every seam
Every fold, and every crease
In the fabric of the world you inhabit
I am unimpressed
By the will you possess
And the way you exercise it
Just like any pest
Who has overstepped
There will certainly be some repercussions
I will poison the well
In the place which you dwell
And leave without hesitation

Often I ponder
How to send you back into your mother
I think you would benefit
From more time in there for development

How hard could it really be
How hard could it really be
For you to behave for me
How hard could it really be
How hard could it really be
For you to behave for me
This could be easy