they’re out to get me
the gossip mongers
and their lynching crew
I killed two birds
with only one stone
they called me sorcerer
I said I was just lucky
they said I was too lucky
and pointed to my women
they said I’d cast a spell
to bind them to me
and that I was father
to every bastard child
in their bastard town
I said I wished I was
for then I’d have an army
to always stand right by me
because I could not deny
my own flesh and blood
and they would know
their father’s love
instead of the hatred
of the rumour peddlers
and the vicious mob
.
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