Lyrics

Doorbell rings, put down bottle Tuck in kids, answer door Power-dressed, plastic ID Flashed too quickly, foot in door Hungry eyes, take in front room Humble means, even squalor here No environment I know to have a kid in No encouragement to get ahead in Jumping eyes dance past my shoulder Dismembered dolls, square pegs in round holes In the corner, there's a playpen Yellow wood bars, red baby jail "Can I hold her for a second?" Elastic finger checks for bruises I'll have to take her, she's not christened Red waist marks prove ritual kisses Just then boyfriend, home from night shift Wrestles child from manicured arms Blue rinse runs to revving black cars Christian accomplice sighs, another soul lost A bogus social worker says "that's the cost" Parents bring down their kids nowadays From evil ways they must be saved Still only one more left to snatch For the kid consignment, the publicity batch