- I was born in a cross-fire hurricane;And I howled at my ma in the driving rain;I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag;I was schooled with a strap right across my back;I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead;I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled;I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread;Yeah, yeah, yeah,I was crowned with a spike right through my head.
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