The Caring Song
Four hard lashes to the back of a child
Barely old enough to talk like a baby
But in enough pain to scream,
"Oh my God! AHHHHH!! OWWW!
But it turned the little creep on
Now he's gonna fuck with your car.
'Cause he knows what he needs
To make his little vandal bleed.
Where did he go wrong?
That's why we sing the caring song