This is a song by Ween, from their album The Pod
Something of a psychological ramble song, it is musically and melodically uninteresting (mostly) but serves as a lullaby pretty well if you want to have fucked up children. Very sleepy music, and a traditional bass line that just plunks up and down in a lazy way.
I think the most interesting thing about this song is its rhyme scheme. Ween as a general rule is not a band whose lyrics are ocean deep, and normally their lyrics walk a line between offensive and silly. But this actually has some meaning and its rhymes in the first and third lines of every stanza are true rhymes instead of just approximations like many bands. For instance:
When the life inside no doubt has died
And you've turn your head away
You tried to pay, but at the end of the day,
it's you again, alone
Alone, confined--the mess in your mind
When you can't relate to them
You've reaped and sown, but little is known
by those who aren't alone
This song is © 1991 by Ween, Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp/Ver Music/Browndog Music/BMI.
Next song on this album: Moving Away