Born in a place called home,
The place is cold but something warm,
Stretches my umbilical cord,
You've got a prodigal son,
Here I am a delicious cracker,
Daddy is dead two seconds late,
I always love the fruit a little green,
I always ate the meet a little red,
Please hold me, please hold me tight,
I always loved the girl I never had
You know I'm not going to bite,
That I'm a crowd of trouble,
I'm a crowd of trouble...
Daddy is dead two seconds late,