The day that I first felt pain
The day that I knew I'm else
The joy of them open my eyes felt
As if they were being pulled out

The fear that my father would evoke
He'd say this affliction runs in blood
"You're just a burden of mine
You're just your mother's son
You're just a devil's lot
A burden of mine..."

"You pester me with your weeping
Feel it child
You can't thank enough till you feel it
Feel it child
You'll be a sack of hurt when I'm finished with you
You're going to feel it
Feel it lad..."

The kids they would call me a lame
The stones they would throw to entertain themselves
The show they would make of my polio leg
The blood iron-taste in your mouth
Won't you feel it lad...

The blood-iron taste...

The blood-iron taste in your mouth
Won't you feel it lad
The blood-iron taste...

The blood-iron taste in your mouth
Won't you feel it lad

The blood-iron taste...

"Dry your eyes
They all just seem to be..."