Into this world, I came

Filled with fear, crying all the time

I guess my birth left a great scarOn my heart and mind

Now I hand-pick cotton

And struggle to sing

"I am happy and I do what I like"

But my voice breaks

And I start to hate

My singing and simply everyone

Mama told me

Be good, work hard and love Mr. God

Every Sunday

I lie, trying to realize why

Ain′t nothing more to say

Your Honor

Don't look at me like that

The truth is

I am a free man

But I can′t enjoy my life

I came to a standstill

With lies and hopes inside my head

Always seemed too late to turn

And too soon to understand

No, I don't have a stomach ache

It's just my face

I got stuck, I ran aground

I got used to spewing bile

I wonder whether all those years

Hadn′t been a waste of time

So how am I doing?

Oh, I can complain

Smoke too many cigarettes

But I don′t care

Into this world, I came

Filled with fear, crying all the time