Christmas Eve At The Orphanage

Little Alice is crying.
She's only ten days old.
And she's hungry. She's hungry.

Her momma stressed out, shouting.
"I gotta feed the baby,
But I gotta get high first."

Her daddy's at the vendor.
All their friends are coming over.
They're getting drunk tonight.

Smell the roses tall in the bottle of rum.
Hear crashes in the attic, I think somebody brought a gun.

Little Alice is crying.
She's only ten days old.
And she's hungry. She's hungry.


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