Indoctrinated by the tender age of three Groomed to be another perfect worker bee At thirteen she started slipping through the cracks Now she spends most of her days on her back making money for smack Oh no! We've lost all control So throw your corpse among the proles The mold's been broken since 1864 Eat your young, bury their bones beneath the floor Invalidated from the gentle age of nine Doomed to be damaged by design If given a chance and not a million tests Maybe she wouldn't be lactating meth out of her withering breasts? Oh no! We've lost all control So throw your corpse among the proles The mold's been broken since 1864 Eat your young, bury their bones beneath the floor