[Intro: Choir]
Who is for the little children?
Their bodies, souls, and brains
Won't someone care for their spirits?
Will no one bid for their souls?
So pure and fit
Born to Mom and Dad

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Capable of good and evil, so who will lead you?
Feed you to the beast, 'cause politicians don't need you
Being a child is illegal
"No bids?" said Samuel, petting his bald eagle
Then two voices spoke –
"We do, we bid," said Trouble and Hunger
"We bid for their life and limb;
When they get to be too many –
We'll take care of them, like our own;
We'll hide them in secret places
Where no one can hear them moan."

[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
(Uh... uh...)
"I bid! I bid," said Scrounger, screaming
"I bid for them all!
I'll teach them a thousand things –
To lie, to sneak, and to crawl;
They'll sleep at my place like maggots
And if they work out like I want
You won't have to worry... heh-hahaha..."
[Verse 3: Ras Kass]
"No – I'll bid you higher!
And even higher, if I have to,"
Said Crime, with his wolf's grin
"I love to lead the children
Down all those nice paths of sin;
They'll all bunch up to steal
The great city streets, they'll fill;
And they'll grow too old to pity –
Just right for the cops to kill;
Give me the little children –
You good, you rich, and you wise;
And while the busy world spins around...
While you shut your goddamn eyes...
And your judges will all have work
And your lawyers will flap their tongues
And your jailguards and cops
Will be the fathers to your young
Hehahahaha...

Auction off your future"