I Want My Baby...Dead?
New Bomb Turks
Well she's an apostle, yeah she's a saint
I know she is, I know she ain't
Gets me up in the morning
Then she puts me to bed at night
She's pretty pretty, she's quite a fright
I want my baby dead
I want my baby dead
I want my baby dead
And I want my baby...
She's kind of stupid, she's always new
When I'm down she makes me blue
I'm happy as can be while I sob right in my beer
When she sheds her clothing, I shed a tear
I want my baby dead
I want my baby dead
I want my baby dead
And I want my baby
Dead
