I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled in my main the driving rain
But it's all right now in fact it's a gus

*But it's all right I'm jumpin'jack flash
It's a gas, gas, gas

I was raised by a toothless bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap across my back
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I was drawned was washed up and left for dead
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled yeah
And I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread
I was crowned woth a spike right through my head
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