on the day of your birth:
these are the tales that your neighbors told
of your folks in the days of old. and all the ruin that they brought
oh a plague on that small town
how the news got around. quite a sight to see
all those dirty lips said all those silly things
your sister can never live it down
you mother cannot sew another stitch
they'd tramp around bar to bar, tongues out and dry, aching for a drop
turned away each time they were
soles of their shoes just had to wear through
all because those rotten tales
and all because of you
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