Well I felt like I was born today So I took it upon me to go away To gather my thoughts and go away Where I could (be used by) somebody Now over the hill, like always you know Were Billy and Frankie and Henry and Joe And they beat and broke me hard and slow To prove I was nobody And no-one I was and so I remained Knocked-out in a hut, no mother, no name And filled up my heart with one and the same That grand dark feeling of emptiness And was it a friend that turned me loose Or was it a girl come to baste my goose Or was it my great god who laid on his finger And started my clock anew Ah no, it was rain ; ah no, it was gunning It was point-break and buckle And singing and cunning That skinned me, re-skinned me And started me running And I never looked back from then on And now I am learning bit by bit About the make and model shit The muddy bowl I live in it And all the mucks that tire us And I'm afeared if I don't have A piglet, lamb or little calve I'll chop my human-ness in half And be as worm or virus But kids I've had, and they are sung Upon folks' ears my babes are hung Rhythmically they live among And grow but don't get old Not in a box, not in a void Not if their voice is never hoid Nor if no-one repeats a woid But if their tune is told Then we can age and fall away To meet again some golden day And fill it in our happy way In starlight and in gold