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Текст песни Sudden Infant Horse Syndrome

You place your infant in its crib
You assume everything's fine
But you've got problem on your hands
And its nature is equine

Sudden Infant Horse Syndrome
Whoops, your baby's a dead horse
Sudden Infant Horse Syndrome
I love beating this dead horse

You hear the neigh
You hear the crash
You run back to his room
The child is gone
and now his crib
Has become a stallion's tomb

Stop crying and deal with it.
Baby isn't coming back to mommy.
So make the best with what you've been dealt
That horse will make a tasty salami