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Say one day
You pick up a book
From the local library
For your newborn child.
It's called
Poems and Rhymes from Around the World.
Say you turn
To page twenty-seven.
It's entitled the Culling Song
And it sounds so beautiful.
You're thinking about
How you're paying this month's rent,
Or how you'll work two jobs.
You could be a journalist,
Just get the details.
You could be a real estate agent,
Selling haunted houses
To unsuspecting customers,
And killing for costume jewelry.
You could be a Wiccan hippy,
Getting naked and throwing parties.
You could be a vegan,
Preaching your beliefs
And telling people about foreign plants.
You could be a paramedic,
Killing supermodels
To have sex with their dead bodies.
Post-mortem intercourse,
They called it.
It's the day after you read page 27
To your little baby
While your wife listened too.
You're getting up to go to work.
To be a journalist,
A real estate agent,
A Wiccan,
A vegan,
A paramedic.
Sudden infant death syndrome,
They called it.
Coming home from work,
You find them laying there
In the same positions.
There's a stain in your ceiling,
A chimney in your foot.
You can't help repeating it.
You can't stop yourself
From having the power
Of life and death.
So I guess it makes you
Into a serial killer.
Burning buildings,
Ripping pages,
Flushing paper,
Ferris wheels.
The Bible that contains
A deathwish.
And those wishes come true
Right on schedule.
All because of page 27.

Description
Say one day
You pick up a book
From the local library
For your newborn child.
It's called
Poems and Rhymes from Around the World.
Say you turn
To page twenty-seven.
It's entitled the Culling Song
And it sounds so beautiful.
You're thinking about
How you're paying this month's rent,
Or how you'll work two jobs.
You could be a journalist,
Just get the details.
You could be a real estate agent,
Selling haunted houses
To unsuspecting customers,
And killing for costume jewelry.
You could be a Wiccan hippy,
Getting naked and throwing parties.
You could be a vegan,
Preaching your beliefs
And telling people about foreign plants.
You could be a paramedic,
Killing supermodels
To have sex with their dead bodies.
Post-mortem intercourse,
They called it.
It's the day after you read page 27
To your little baby
While your wife listened too.
You're getting up to go to work.
To be a journalist,
A real estate agent,
A Wiccan,
A vegan,
A paramedic.
Sudden infant death syndrome,
They called it.
Coming home from work,
You find them laying there
In the same positions.
There's a stain in your ceiling,
A chimney in your foot.
You can't help repeating it.
You can't stop yourself
From having the power
Of life and death.
So I guess it makes you
Into a serial killer.
Burning buildings,
Ripping pages,
Flushing paper,
Ferris wheels.
The Bible that contains
A deathwish.
And those wishes come true
Right on schedule.
All because of page 27.