Brass Knuckle Lullaby

You know I love my baby
More than anything in the world
I'd do anything I can for her
Cause she's daddy's little girl

But sometimes I still get angry
Just get a little pissed
When she won't stop crying, although I'm trying
To fulfill her every wish

I bust out the nursery rhymes
Sing her a stupid song
Check her diaper, clean and wipe her
Yet still I'm doing something wrong

Still she keeps on crying
I'm at a loss as what to do
So I push her around, in the stroller, downtown
And read her some Dr. Seuss

But still that doesn't shut her up
She's even louder than before
She won't eat, won't sleep, and she won't stop crying
And her mom don't get home till four

The situation's getting desperate
I can feel my blood a boiling
From the tears and the vomit and the piss and shit
All the diapers she keeps soiling

Now I've never been a very good father
At best, a mediocre dad
But I try to protect her, and not neglect her
But right now I was feeling quite mad

Once again I tried to feed her
Little spoonfuls of applesauce
But she just closed her mouth and puked on her bib
And it made me gag and cough

I had had enough, it was time to get rough
So I picked her up out of her cradle
And I shook her like a bottle of juice
So much, I thought it'd be fatal

I sat her back down, I was beginning to frown
"What the hell am I doing?
To be shaking my baby, am I that fucking crazy?
Fatherhood shouldn't be this grueling"

My daughter didn't move for a minute or two
Her face was pale, neck; black and blue
I thought for a second and asked myself questions
"What am I going to do?"

And then it started, much to my surprise
That infant bitch formed tears in her eyes
Her mouth dropped open, even after that choking
And the goddamn baby began to cry

Now insane with anger, I could take no more
I picked up my baby and slammed her to the floor
I choked and I shook like a well seasoned crook
Then I beat and I choked her some more

But she kept on crying, no matter what
"What's it gonna take to kill this kid?"
So I pulled out some bleach and a bottle of poison
Then I removed the lids

I filled up her bottle and replaced the nipple
"This oughta do the trick"
Killing a baby should be so damn simple
Not too mention quite quick

But the baby refused
Not even a sip
Just a droplet of poison
On her tiny blue lips

I was losing all hope, and felt like a failure
All alone with my baby in our quaint little trailer
So I placed the baby back into the crib
Regretting the fact that I ever had kids

I put in some ear plugs and left the room
But the cries were still far too loud
To be drowned out or suppressed, my god was I depressed
"I have to do something now"

So I went to the dresser and opened a drawer
Grabbed some brass knuckles to beat that loud whore
And a shotgun too, in case those fell through
"I will deal with this crying no more!"

I sneaked in the nursery, next to her cradle
The baby was unusually silent
I loaded a shell, and slipped on the knuckles
And proceeded to get real violent

I punched and I beat, as hard as I could
There was blood all over the blanket
But I kept on swinging with those bloody brass knuckles
Never again would I take it...

The crying and moaning at all hours of night
I begged for abortion, this shit isn't right
I love my baby but prefer single life
The kid in the crib, what a ghastly damn sight

I checked for a pulse, still she was breathing
I needed to end it, before up and leaving
So I lowered the shotgun into the crib
Touched off a round, and blew her to shreds

There were bloody lips and baby bits
Scattered all over the room
Flesh and bone and baby tits
Displaced by the "kaboom"

I grabbed a towel to wipe my face
There was baby chunks all over the place
I had baby blood in my hair
And baby boogers on my shoe lace
Baby brains stuck to the corner of my mouth
And now I know how a dead baby tastes

I packed my bags and readied to leave
Looked back at the crib and began to heave
"I need an alibi, a way to deceive
Need to ditch this bitch where nobody will see"

So I scooped up the corpse, at least what remained
The bone fragments, severed limbs
And the dead baby brains

I flushed what I could right down the drain
And the rest went in the fireplace
Nothing but ashes from the baby that bashes...
It's little face against my brass knuckles
And forever more now when I hear babies crying
I can't help but let out a chuckle