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Lyrics
If you think that you've
got the right to take a life
Can you afford to
pay the price
You rascal
Unborn again
A special little man
You'll ask her
to fornicate
Things always go to plan
In your head you will
do what you will
Tell yourself that
it's not a big deal
You rascal
You've killed again
A special little man
You won't feel
no guilt again
Things always go to plan
Lying diseased
In a daze in your bed
All these evenings
finding ways to your head
You rascal
Unborn again
A special little man
You've done what
you swore against
Things always go to plan
You rascal
Unborn again
A special little man
Your flesh is
all torn again
Things always go to plan