Lyrics:
The middle child, middle child
I, I, I, I, I
I've got middle child symptoms
Middle child syndrome
I feel full, I feel empty
I feel success, I feel envy
Middle
the pill.
And they went to the chapel
In the way lovers will
Beneath a battered umbrella.
Just a battered umbrella.
Well the two became one
And the one
you, yes you?
Do you know what it's like?
To be battered and bruised?
Are you battered and bruised?
See the child there?
Wanting to die
Grew up too fast
half dead, but already buried
Oh, already buried oh
On this wanton heart, Have Mercy
Upon this battered soul, Have Mercy
Even now am I yet your child
Mr. Steinbeck don't you know
I'm the ticket to that
"Sweet Thursday" you wrote
I got
Middle child syndrome
They got it right on the Addams show
You'll
syndrome
I turn to you
A ghost in fable
Your flesh is true
Time is finite, but I've a plan
Your child, a victim
Of happenstance
The family left in shambles
tired and battered
want to sore off my shows
i'm restless and torn
short of nothing to lose
i'm tired and battered
sick of all these people
go out your
get into this black, this black cat syndrome
Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement instead of help for our people
go crazy, but won
Must sometimes transform in your inner child
Than come back and overcome all like wild
Hey, boy with the stone face
I gonna tell you
at myself again
c little more of the child in me dies
How does one's soul come back from this
Battered, broken, and shattered and dead inside
I'm feeling
Lost in my head
keep thinking about what you've done
It's really hard to smile could you have done this to your own child
And I don’t even know why I
ho"
So slow your roll because I fold emcees like rheumatism
Syndrome and break 'em down like compression when I be up in 'em
I skip more MC's than
(battered)
Man bat bat it, then we buck or somethin' (buck-bucker)
If man child play it, then we Chucky somethin' (straight)
If man start throwin', then
I'm like a cat in a cage, locked up and battered and bruised
I am the prodigal son, a shameful prodigy too
I am the love of your life, battering
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
hungry,
give him food to eat.
If a stranger's thirsty,
give him drink.
If a woman's battered, if a child's abandoned,
bring them in,
give them what they
constant rain was drenched
The tenant`s boy said "How d`ya do" then swore in French
Did you teach this little child these curses on my soul
You should
Mmm, uh
Hellish copter, motor blinker
Let the child go, point ya finger
Seer quarterback, murder kneeler
Where'd his job go? True believer
Hellish
pride
Her child's homicide
Can she be to blame?
The suited vulture's circling
A father's cruelty
A murdered family
Is the world insane?
They're
can't fight your way out of here
You're stuck
Battered and beaten fucked up
Forever
You're out of luck
Keep up begging
You're stuck
You can't fight your
Feeding on hearts of caring fathers
Drinking the tears of loving mothers
Drain the life from a vivid child
Look what you've done
You destroyed a life
Once
When I was but only a child
Carelessly drifting through
The journey of life with a view
Long before
The mist had me lost in the wild
Slowly,
When I was a boy well I asked my daddy then
Is there any way in this life to get ahead
I was just a child but I never will forget
He sat me down upon
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