I got ten dimes and a thrill to survive.
I need some flesh, may it be fresh!
Heading to the mall, looking for children,
Crawling in the crowd, love how they run.
Can't afford your son, maybe I'll payback my sin.
(On my face oh Lord, can't you see that reaping grin?)
I'd love children for my meal,
That's a will that I conceal.
Can't hold back from the appeal
Of their red, red, red thighs!
