In this life, people die.
They die because you cry.
Every time you weep and cry,
A mommy & daddy go bye-bye.
Your whining and your complaining
Put Grandpa in the ground.
The tantrum you threw for your new bike
Means five new orphans are around.
When you lost your temper
And screamed when you got a smack,
Mrs. Jackson down the street
Had a tremendous heart attack.
If you keep on this way,
Being an obnoxious little fuck,
God will punish you terribly,
And hit your new puppy with a truck.