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"Augusta's Baby"
composed & produced by:
Dubble D (Dave Day)
lyrics & vocals by:
Kabal (Kevin Theodoropolus)
Artwork credit:
"Asylum" by:
Pandafoot105
lyrics
"Augusta's Baby"
The youngest of two boys, drunk for a father,
Isolated farmhouse, not to be bothered/
From outside influential fools,
Never leaving the house except to attend school/
Mama preached immoralities plaguing the world,
The evils of drinking, the theories of girls/
Devil instrument put forth for prostitution,
Old Testament and divine retribution/
Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Remain detached from people/
Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Laughing at his own jokes/
Dad drank to death, heart failure commence,
Odd jobs around town to help cover expense/
Honest and reliable community resident,
Humble hard-worker his only embellishment/
Neighborhood babysitter trusted civilian,
An adult who related more easily to children/
Brother spoke ill of his mothers adoration,
They found him face down in a marshy vegetation/
Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Remain detached from people/
Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Laughing at his own jokes/
Two paralyzing strokes, health deteriorated,
Dead at 67 and her boy is devastated/
Now alone in the world, depressed, devoid of,
His one and only friend and his one true love/
Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Remain detached from people/
Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Laughing at his own jokes/
Mausoleum intruder,
Grave robbing consumer,
Local corpse exhumer,
Growing animosities/
Death cult curiosity,
Cannibal monstrosity,
Fond of Nazi ferocity,
Obsessed with all atrocities/
Decapitated body in his shed,
Dressed out like a dear and mutilated after death/
Collection of bones and fragments,
Fashioned human epidermis into wastebaskets/
Sawed off skulls on his bedposts,
Head in a box, heart in a bag, near his potbellied stove/
Leggings and corset made of skin,
And the faces of his victims that he loved to play in/
Laughing at his own jokes
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