Aborted Jesus
Sudden Infant Horse Syndrome
You place your infant in its crib You assume everything's fine But you've got problem on your hands And its nature is equine Sudden Infant Horse Syndrome Whoops, your baby's a dead horse Sudden Infant Horse Syndrome I love beating this dead horse You hear the neigh You hear the crash You run back to his room The child is gone and now his crib Has become a stallion's tomb Stop crying and deal with it. Baby isn't coming back to mommy. So make the best with what you've been dealt That horse will make a tasty salami
From Letras Mania