You were born a handsome lad
There was never one more bonnie
The apple of your father's eye
His fine and dashing Johnny 

Your mother she was proud of you
She swore there was none better
And your father taught you all he knew
For better or for worse 

But when they come to lay him down
After his final blessing oh
Will he depart in peace and pride
Or will his shame lay him down low

The clouds hung low and the sleet and snow
Spewed forth like a plague across the earth
The thunder rolled while the north wind moaned
And the lightning witnessed the birth

At six a.m. the bastard was born
And blessed with the warm blood of God
His parents loved and doted upon
And bred the miserable sod

His heart was made like an evil blade
Hard steel with a thirsty lust for blood
His soul dwelt on the dark side of the grave
And his body held no love

Anger was his bliss and suffering got him pissed
And he feasted on the food of human hate
When darkness came he played the lycanthrope game
When his body and his ego would inflate 

His heart was made like an evil blade
Hard steel with a thirsty lust for blood
His soul dwelt on the dark side of the grave
And his body held no love

He could have been such a dashing blade
With a heart full of goodness and love
But all around the world he'd heard it said
That the raven is stronger than the dove


(Gary Miller)

© 1992 Whippet Records

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