Bored Nobody on Nostr: Here come my parents, both drunk again. They're riding on that lost highway of sin. ...

Here come my parents, both drunk again.
They're riding on that lost highway of sin.
Got to find cover before they take aim.
Dive in the toy chest; shit, broke the best game.
Lock me up and throw away the key,
and don't you dare feel sorry for me.
It's my lot here on this earth.
There's no doubt, I'm cursed from birth.

Escaped that prison and found another.
So glad I never made her a mother.
She claimed to be honest, righteous, and true.
Hardly a man alive she wouldn't screw.
At least this cell is one I can flee,
and don't you dare feel sorry for me.
It's my lot here on this earth.
There's no doubt, I'm cursed from birth.

I discovered peace in my liberty.
Thank God I's born in the land of the free.
Wait, never mind, here come the socialist.
They hate me and call me a terrorist.
Guilty; with no judge, jury, or plee,
and don't you dare feel sorry for me.
It's my lot here on this earth.
There's no doubt, I'm cursed from birth.

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