A Certain Ratio - Crippled Child

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A home, I've always wanted a home

I've always wanted a home of my own,

I've always wanted a home.

A wife, with eyes of green

And soft white skin,

To bear me a child.

I've always wanted a child

A child, who is good and strong

That would never go wrong

I've always wanted a child

I was present at my childs birth,

I was there, to see him open his eyes

I always wanted a child.

His back, his back is coarse.

And his legs are bent,

I've gone over to my wife.

You've given me the wrong child

I don't want him to die in the home that I own

I don't want him to die

I don't want him to die,

In the home that I own.