I was born at the bed of dawn
Surrounded by men with horns
Wicked forms
But still I was happy to be born
I grew up in a house of ten
A mouse a men plus the vultures [Fuck knows!]
Lacking oxygen
Every night I dreemed I saw ghosts
babies crying, Uncles dying, ma's trying
Pop's lyin ma's going across his head with a frying pan
Me and my man
Made plans
To boot the land and raise a fam
But my man stands six feet in a box covered with sand
Tears are dropping
Dropping all