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Praise Abort Lyrics
I like to fuck, but no French Letter
Without the condom, the sex is better
But every time I get it in
A baby cries, and sometimes twins
I have six kids, and I don't like it
They eat too much, and treat me like shit
They only wear posh label clothes
You give them one hand, they bite off both
And all my friends, they have big cars
Big mansions too, and smoke the fine cigars
They have deep pockets, I don't know why
I look at my purse and start to cry
[chorus 1]
I hate my life, and I hate you
I hate my wife, and her boyfriend too
I hate to hate and I hate that
I hate my life so very bad
I hate my kids, never thought
That I'd praise abort
P-p-p-praise abort!
I like to fuck, but no French Letter
Cos' without kids, life is so much better
So in the end, I got forced
To stay away from female intercourse
[chorus 2]
I hate my life, and I hate you
I hate my wife and her boyfriend too
I hate to hate and I hate that
I hate my life so very bad
I hate my kids, never thought
That I'd praise abort
P-p-p-praise abort!
[break]
Say goodbye, say goodbye
We rise up, up to the sky
Say goodbye, we'll come back
Soon as pretty butterflies
Makes you cry
[chorus 3]
I hate my life, and I hate you
I hate my wife, and my boyfriend too
I hate to hate and I hate that
I hate myself so very bad
I hate my offspring, never thought
That I'd praise abort
I'd praise abort
I'd praise abort
Without the condom, the sex is better
But every time I get it in
A baby cries, and sometimes twins
They eat too much, and treat me like shit
They only wear posh label clothes
You give them one hand, they bite off both
Big mansions too, and smoke the fine cigars
They have deep pockets, I don't know why
I look at my purse and start to cry
I hate my life, and I hate you
I hate my wife, and her boyfriend too
I hate to hate and I hate that
I hate my life so very bad
I hate my kids, never thought
That I'd praise abort
Cos' without kids, life is so much better
So in the end, I got forced
To stay away from female intercourse
I hate my life, and I hate you
I hate my wife and her boyfriend too
I hate to hate and I hate that
I hate my life so very bad
I hate my kids, never thought
That I'd praise abort
Say goodbye, say goodbye
We rise up, up to the sky
Say goodbye, we'll come back
Soon as pretty butterflies
Makes you cry
I hate my life, and I hate you
I hate my wife, and my boyfriend too
I hate to hate and I hate that
I hate myself so very bad
I hate my offspring, never thought
That I'd praise abort
I'd praise abort
I'd praise abort
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I found this song amusing, it reffers to so many men out there that feel stuck up in a marriage with children, one that they where led to by life... or a greedy wife... or the first serious girlfriend they had... or all of those at the same time.
So many out there can feel related to this, but they won't tell of course, because "A man's got to do what a man's got to do", and bailing from this kind of unsought relationship it's taboo in middle class society.
The charm in Lindemann's lyrics lie in the bare-naked way he sings about this sad, very sad situation. I praise Lindemann.
Till‘s songs seem to vacillate between the raw and the deep. There are elements of both here. Frequently, his works have multiple meanings. Wordplay is very common as well. The man is a poet so that should not come as any surprise. I agree with the previous commenters thoughts, but I come away with some additional ideas. Bear in mind he frequently likes to say the opposite of what do you mean in an effort to show the ridiculousness or something. Therefore I can’t get away from the idea that he is showing the horrific nature of abortion. This is not a political stance. Till loves children. The end of the video where he picks up the little baby pig sort of sealed the deal for me. Take from this what you will. Remember, nothing is sacred with Till And if you believe this is some sort of true song praising abortion, well I can actually see him laughing that how the jokes on you. This is pure Lindemann.