Is that basket full of baby or
A backseat full of cans?
Canned baby on four wheels now
Reaching out a tiny money hands
Is that pantry full of orphans or
A pant leg sewn to skin?
An army of one-legged childs
In an armor of banged up cans
Why did you even come here?
Why did you even come here?
Why did you even come here?
Why did you even come here?
Minotaur left the door unlocked
Caught him drinking up the bath
In the house of straight and narrow
Where the nonsense maker lives
Minotaur left the dog outside
Now he's eating up the trash
In the church of straight and narrow oh
Where the nonsense makers grieve