Baby Songtext
von Hell on Wheels

A tragedy, a travesty, total mad time in the buyer′s market
A prophecy from a shifty neighbor with an exploding wallet
But I have no inclination to listen to you nervously mumble
Though I know there's humor in the trouble

But if your just hungry you′ll die unsatisfied
And your little heart will rot inside
I know I try to keep it alive

Baby, you're not fit to make decisions anymore
Either you're just playing with me honey or
You′re not fit to make decisions at all

Alert, alert, there′s a man on tour
Who's gonna save who in a breed of locusts?
Hair so fucking ugly when you′re lost
Is seen through dirty glasses


And I think it's pretty plain that I
Told the truth when I should have lied
What′s the point in keeping it inside?

Baby, you're not fit to make decisions anymore
Judging by the evidence from our last tour
You′re not fit to make decisions at all
Oh baby, you're not fit to make decisions anymore
Judging by the evidence from our last tour
You're not fit to make decisions at all

Baby, you′re not fit to make decisions anymore
Either you′re just playing with me honey or
You're not fit to make decisions at all
Oh baby, you′re not fit to make decisions anymore
Either you're just playing with me honey or
You′re not fit to make decisions at all