Da Last Don
What a wretched life
I was born on the day
That my poor mother died
I was cut from her belly
With a stanley knife
My daddy did a jig
With the drunk midwife
Who's that younder all in flames
Dragging behind him a sack of chains
Who's that younder all in flames
Up jumped the Devil and he staked his claim
O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villians part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the of a dead nun's heart
Who's that milling on the courthouse steps
Jocks from Hell
What do you mean I have a bad attitude. Don't get me wrong but my nature is
rude. I know when I'm getting taken advantage of. People are people I know
you make mistakes too. Call my bluff, use your power. Everyone knows you're
the man of the hour. Write me up, send me home early. In the end you're giving
me what I asked for. Everyone knows I'm a rebel. Not a troublemaker, can't you
tell. I just speak up for myself. At the same time I'm losing my dignity.
SKA...SKA...SKA...INSUBORDINATION What did you gain. Well, not my respect or
trust. Go ahead make a fool of yourself. Go ahead write me up.