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See the priest in gleaming nappiesGurgling and burping child at playSigning warrents, blessing firing squadsare the pleasures of this baby's dayIn a street where broken buildings fallon burning people ten feet tallon stockinged knees, not all, not allJust those who fight in bonfire lightIn spite of all the crowds who callTheir hero, a goldfish jockeyTheir hero remains Mr. BabyMr. Baby spills it by the tonHe wraps his mouth around his gunHe says, "Scared? You're not the only one."Did they raise their fists to greet you allwhen they saw the colour of your skin?Did they laugh and say "go home"when you told them of the trouble you were in?You know they did(God is an arms dealer.)Your complaint is my mandateand your shoulders are my ladder (straight)Letras de cancionesWhat they cannot defuse they must excuseand what they must allow they soon will bow toand they will kneelThey will kneel to Mr. BabyOh, you really slay meMr. Baby in the burning bushfireBasement by the crater brookReads from his ancient hate-bookYour own, your own Mr. BabyBaby, baby, baby, don't treat me mean nowDon't bang your head From Letras Mania