Bastard Child from Standing Runningman by M.O.R.T.

I was chased by a silver car
My mama-mama didn't believe me
She said that I should go back to sleep
And dream a world where she could've made it
But I was lazy to run for the mayor
To play doctor, to act like I care
And the presence at the window said
Try if you dare

'Cause I'm a bastard child
Sad and wild
I'm a bastard child
Oh, happy and wild
Bastard child, bastard child
Ah, mamamamamamamama

Later on I met a joker
We've become friend over game of poker
I poked her and she smiled
Then we cried and laughed for a while
I grew a giant bean
I keep my conscience clean
Grew a giant bean
Keep my conscience clean

'Cause I'm a bastard child
Sad and wild
I'm a bastard child
Oh, happy and wild
Bastard child, bastard child
Ah, mamamamamamamama

Give me a number
Make it six
Don't stand for trial
Get your kicks

'Cause I'm a bastard child...

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