Magic baby at the door
Asking me about the stuff
Father was a runaway
Leaving him with a fire of hate
Spending corpse at the mall
Praying for a sinner cleanse
Magic baby needs a cash
To add it on the personal stash
Never better can't you see
It isn't contrived it's a Well-Ruined Machine
Spend it harder charge to me
You're the part of a Well-Ruined Machine
Man with a black dress on
Fights with a white dressed man
Magic baby needs a cash
To add it on the personal stash
Never better can't you see
It isn't contrived it's a Well-Ruined Machine
Spend it harder charge to me
You're the part of a Well-Ruined Machine