This is a song about "Toddlers"

All we need is convienient love

Toddlers in tiaras,

In a high chair so much i make all the toddlers jealous

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

As i wandered onwards / they mortared the toddlers and tortured the northerners

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

How much longer til i topple you toddlers