The Human Kind

What’s wrong with them?
They’re slow-poke-foot-paced-slag-lag-drag
What’s wrong with them?
They never even try
So, if you feel you may get a bit profane
Just remember they are doing the best that they can
What’s wrong with him?
He’s one-ton-stun-gunned-stiff-stick-stuck
What’s wrong with her?
She’s not as strong as you
So, when you feel you may want them pinned and flayed
Just remember they are doing the best that they can
Here is a lullaby that’s just the human kind
What’s wrong with you? Me
When you feel I have let you down again
And you think that I have told you my 56th lie…
Well, I know that it’s no comfort at all to know
I’m doing the best that I can