1 February 2013
Gutter child, in her hole. All food she eats, she must have stole. Her mother must've been a troll! She's simply, truely Horrid.
She wears rags and works like slave, All for what? Her life to save? Her life must be terribly grave. It's simply, truely Horrid.
That factory she works in, see? Pays her half the worth of me. But all the people let it be. She's simply, truely Horrid.
She rises from her cot at dawn. In this buisness, she's just a pawn. Who knows how many tears will spawn. It's simply, truely Horrid.
She slaves away, all day and night. Dumb child just won't stop the fight. Can't wait till her life does take flight. She's simply, truely Horrid.
God knows how hard she worked today, her hunger that she's tried to slay, and health that simply will not stay, It's simply, truely Horrid.
She's just another mouth to feed. So who cares if we make her bleed? What else could children really need? She's simply, truely Horrid
Talk about me, near and far. Discuss the monster put in bars. but I know who the real monsters are. They're simply, truely Horrid.
Horrid • Opuss № I