Baby, shut up and let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup.
I'm hidden in the scream when the virgin dies, I'm the ache in the belly when your baby cries, and I'm the burning sensation when the convict fries.
Dead Babies can take care of themselves, dead Babies can´t take things off the shelf...
Is everybody that depressed? It's a depressing feeling to me. You know: "I lost my baby." I don't care if you lost your baby, I care if you're feeling OK. Don't tell me your problem - tell me what good's been happening to you.
Just because I cut the heads off dolls doesn't mean I hate babies, I just hate dolls.