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Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears
I'm well known in story, famous in song
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease
They'll grow on my shoulder, my favorite disease
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth
Leave me long to crawl back to the womb
Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace
But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast
So I take to the hills to live savage and free
I don't need nobody, nobody needs me
I don't need nobody, nobody needs me
- Album:
- Are You With The Band?
- We Are Undone
- The Bloom And The Blight
- Miscellaneous
- The Throes Remix
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 170
- Incidental
- Compilation
- Rocks Off: 16 Tracks of the Best New Music
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 144
- The Throes (Remixed)
- what the Toll Tells
- The Believer: The 2005 Music Issue
- NY2LON
- The Throes (re-mix)
- Daytrotter Session
- By the Grace of God
- The Scenery of Farewell
- 2006-12-30: San Francisco, CA, USA
- The Sound Of (SŴN)