the children

lyrics by Scott Anger

creak. the window slides up
just enough for her little white virgin ass
to slip tightly through
clear the sill of the pictures of jesus.

no!! we don't wanna knock 'em down!

the children are not at home tonight!
the children are not at home
the children are not at home tonight!
they're out...

sneaking out the side door
in your left hand is a flashlight
in your right is a piece with a 1/2-full clip
in your pocket, the cross that your mama gave ya.

we don't wanna wake her up!! no!

the children are not at home tonight!
the children are not at home
the children are not at home tonight!
they're out...

choking down the sweet juice
the paper wet by the tip of his tongue
he inhales, exhales
taking care not to waste his hard-earned cash

we don't wanna f*#k this up! now do we?!!

the children are not at home tonight!
the children are not at home
the children are not at home tonight!
they're out...

slip...
trip...
buy...
try...
die...
high...
good...
bye...