Testo The Victim

Someone knocked me up again. Will they blame the victim when I throw the

baby in the trash? No one said I can't do that. Maybe we should have some

get born with a drug problem. I don't think about the future. I think about

the pain. I scream at the father to shoot me up again. Help me with my diet.
The other brats, they won't be quiet. Can someone give me something to make

me beautiful and thin? A plastic surgeon, maybe, could suck the fat right

out of me. And if I die or if it hurts I can sue somebody for all he's

worth. Who is looking out for me when I close my eyes and leap? It's my life

to lead but it's not my responsibility. Who is looking out for me when I

close my eyes and leap? It's my mind and body but it's not my

responsibility.