Let me tell you a story sad and true
He fell down and they cast him aside
He was born on a mountainside
from there all he did was slide
Not good not tame but all the same
There was only you for to blame
They called him bastard
And they called him retard
But he grew tall and tough and smart
so they called him kid right from the start
Oh he had new parents that everyone knew
but what of the original parents that flew
He was not raised an angry boy
but he grew up knowing victory was a joy.
Family and friends he did have and know
but they are fleeting as the story did grow
One day he cried in mortal rage
and nothing came back from the towers of age
So he died and was never to rise
never again in his mothers eyes
But he was happy with brides galore
who gave children of galore
No more the child of an angry spouse
upon this notion he raised his house
Now there are four or more that bare his name
And all of them know the game
Do no look behind the curtain
for there is deceit so certain
Look ahead and know the rule
for you are not your pappy's fool
You are free to write and right your script
For no man owns your right to your own crypt
Let me die again with you as my friend.