The Ugly Man Sings

Of all the children I've tamed who must bear this weight
 You have always been one of most resistance
 I can't comb your hair or eat your bread without being bitten
 You're too big for my breast, but too small to pay rent
 And I don't want to be your second mother
 When you writhe and twist in your spasmodic fits
 I feel nothing other than bothered
 Often I ponder
 How to send you back into your mother
 I think you would benefit
 From more time in there for development
 How hard could it really be?
 How hard could it really be for you to behave for me?
 How hard could it really be?
 How hard could it really be for you to behave for me?
 This could be easy
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 I've seen every seam, every fold, and every crease
 In the fabric of the world you inhabit
 I am unimpressed by the will you possess
 And the way you exercise it
 Just like any pest who has overstepped
 There will certainly be some repercussions
 I will poison the well in the place which you dwell
 And leave without hesitation
 Often I ponder
 How to send you back into your mother
 I think you would benefit
 From more time in there for development
 How hard could it really be?
 How hard could it really be for you to behave for me?
 How hard could it really be?
 How hard could it really be for you to behave for me?
 This could be easy