Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
The story's fallen well in the minds of the masses
The story's bright enough to radiate light
The story's good enough to survive as time passes
To dwell in solemn shades of the endless light
It makes me fall down and rise again
But not because I am obedient blunt
I know I will survive in this world of the imbeciles
That once I also was, soul on the hunt
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
I am standing here
I don't give a f*ck
I am tortured by your blind obeisance
I am standing here
In this world of hatred
Where is the saviour on my path
What makes me fall down and rise again
But not because I am obedient blunt
I know I will survive in this world of the imbeciles
That once I also was, soul on the hunt
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
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English
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
The story's fallen well in the minds of the masses
The story's bright enough to radiate light
The story's good enough to survive as time passes
To dwell in solemn shades of the endless light
It makes me fall down and rise again
But not because I am obedient blunt
I know I will survive in this world of the imbeciles
That once I also was, soul on the hunt
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
I am standing here
I don't give a f*ck
I am tortured by your blind obeisance
I am standing here
In this world of hatred
Where is the saviour on my path
What makes me fall down and rise again
But not because I am obedient blunt
I know I will survive in this world of the imbeciles
That once I also was, soul on the hunt
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
The story's fallen well in the minds of the masses
The story's bright enough to radiate light
The story's good enough to survive as time passes
To dwell in solemn shades of the endless light
It makes me fall down and rise again
But not because I am obedient blunt
I know I will survive in this world of the imbeciles
That once I also was, soul on the hunt
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
I am standing here
I don't give a f*ck
I am tortured by your blind obeisance
I am standing here
In this world of hatred
Where is the saviour on my path
What makes me fall down and rise again
But not because I am obedient blunt
I know I will survive in this world of the imbeciles
That once I also was, soul on the hunt
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
Thou pretty baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for Thy princely port here,
Hadst for Thy place of birth here
Writer: Anastasia Erin Verheyen
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC