We started living in an old house. My ma gave birth and we were checking it out. It was a baby boy. So we bought him a toy. It was a ray gun. And it was 1981. We named him ‘Baby’. He had toothache. He started crying. It sounded like an earthquake. It didn’t last long. Because I stopped it. I grabbed a rag doll. And stuck some little pins in it. Now we’re a family. And we’re alright now. We got money and a little place to fight now. We don’t know you. And we don’t owe you. But if you see us around. I got something else to show you. Now it’s easy when you don’t know better. You think it’s sleazy. Then put it in a short letter. We keep warm. But there’s just something wrong when you. Just feel like that you’re the hardest little button to button. I had opinions. That didn’t matter. I had a brain. That felt like pancake batter. I got a backyard. With nothing in it. Except a stick. A dog. And a box with something in it. The hardest button to button. The hardest button to button. The hardest button to button. DA HA-DES BUH-EN TA BUH-EN AAHHH OWWW. The hardest button to button. The hardest button to button.