Hey there little boy 
now don't you be afraid 
your father doesn't love you 
and he's made your mom a slave 
They got between the sheets
to make your evil frame 
with larcenies and lies 
all signs and arrows aim 

And it's always gonna be the same
Take the barrel, take the breath and the aim
And it's always gonna feel the same
Take the mark, take the guess out of the game

Say there little boy now 
don't you be afraid
Your mommy doesn't love you
and your daddy's just a slave, 
he smokes up all the sheets and then 
he buys some more cocaine 
and you'll find films of him banging broads 
and it could be your mother all the same 

And our lord will always feel the same 
Take the barrel, take the breath and the aim 

And our lord will always feel the same 
Take the mark, take the guess out of the game

Life will always be the same 
Take the barrel, take the breath and the aim

And our lord will always feel the same 
Take the mark, take the guess out of the game