When I was a young boy,

They all called me lucky;

When I was a good boy,

They all said they loved me;

When I said a dirty word,

They all called me ugly;

Then I was a sparrow,

Safe in my own nest;

Now that I’m an old crow,

There’s nothing I love less;

A bullet to my lungs is a kiss,

To my chest;

Now that I’m a dead man,

Swallow my own eyes;

Figure out my hidden past,

And tell them all my lies;

If you could just tell me one thing,

Who… pissed on my name;

I sit on my blue cloud,

As you stand on your soap box;

Teaching all the good tricks,

And preaching how you saved us;

If you really knew one thing,

You… pissed on my name.