This is a song about "Little sibilings"

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Even a little hocus pocus magic

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

Answering questions about every little thing,

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Into little minces

My hopes and all my wishes

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

The simplest little thing maddens me