Babe

Babe

Baby

Babe

God damn

And our choice exits stage left.

The indiscretion of a generation has cleft our will

Rendering everyone autonomous and boring, adhering, depressing, confusing

And choosing to make everything innately Injust.

I don't feel represented, but I still lust,

And anyone straying feels the Crack of the whip,

And hashing and shooing while cleaving our lips, babe

Babe

Baby

Babe

God damn

Oh I don't know why I love it when you call me babe

Babe

Baby

Babe

God damn