Shunning, you’ve blown his brains out
But no brains did show
Just corruption and poison out of his corpse did flow
So you killed your jailer, respectable the swine
Now they’re going to get you
For gutter trash that’s fine
It really was not murder
Unfair will be their cop
But when you’re from the gutter
You know they you will shop
Daddy only daddy only daddy understands
You’ve got to make a living and fuck any man
There’s no room for sentiment , sentimental crap
When they’re eating you alive in their poverty trap
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