Can't get back my baby
No matter what I do
I can't get back my baby
No matter what I try to do
Whole world full of children shining
All I want is you
Fed my baby peanut butter
Fed my baby rice and beans
Can't put meat on the table
Can't grow backyard greens
Fed my baby peanut butter
Bills past due again
Want to burn that goddamn schoolhouse
Want to burn it to the ground
all those broken window schools
Just want to burn them down
Want to pack up all my babies
And leave this goddamn town
Five dollar bottle
couple gram of weed
Gonna buy myself a bottle
and a little bag of weed
I might as well buy something
I can't get what I need
Look at all the pretty babies
In their worn out tennis shoes
Look at all the pretty babies
Makes you want to sing the blues
Whole world full of children
All I want is you
I can't get back my baby
No matter what I do
I said I can't get back my baby
Baby
No matter what I do
We all like foxes snap and bite at scraps,
the shreds left on the bones, that stink
gnaw our trapped legs--
welcome the sharp shred of our own teeth
the pain we choose--a little breath
perhaps, away
from where we're spitted
with unchosen teeth
We spit and hiss behind our little teeth,
we nip and snap, we spit
We all like little foxes snap and bite
We run, burned from our dens, by dried wheat set alight--
our little holes, our little stinking dens,
our dark and bone filled burrows.
Like little frightened foxes meet our little ends.
