The day that I first felt pain The day that I knew I'm else The joy of them open my eyes felt As if they were being pulled out The fear that my father would evoke He'd say this affliction runs in blood "You're just a burden of mine You're just your mother's son You're just a devil's lot A burden of mine..." "You pester me with your weeping Feel it child You can't thank enough till you feel it Feel it child You'll be a sack of hurt when I'm finished with you You're going to feel it Feel it lad..." The kids they would call me a lame The stones they would throw to entertain themselves The show they would make of my polio leg The blood iron-taste in your mouth Won't you feel it lad... The blood-iron taste... The blood-iron taste in your mouth Won't you feel it lad The blood-iron taste... The blood-iron taste in your mouth Won't you feel it lad The blood-iron taste... "Dry your eyes They all just seem to be..."