A Certain Ratio
Crippled Child
A home, I've always wanted a homeI've always wanted a home of my own,I've always wanted a home.A wife, with eyes of greenAnd soft white skin,To bear me a child.I've always wanted a childA child, who is good and strongThat would never go wrongI've always wanted a childI was present at my childs birth,I was there, to see him open his eyesI always wanted a child.His back, his back is coarse.And his legs are bent,I've gone over to my wife.You've given me the wrong childI don't want him to die in the home that I ownI don't want him to dieI don't want him to die,In the home that I own.
From Letras Mania