Codes of conduct in the northland
Are unacceptable in the South
Such a skill with a spatula
I was born with one in my mouth
I was born in South Dakota
I was born on the wrong side of the bed
I was born under a mossy stump
I was born and I was left for dead
Now I live in deep seclusion
Unbeknownst to any others
Spend my life up in a tree
Where maggots and worms are my only lovers

Certain things are left best forgotten
Such as meat and love that have gone rotten
Since my birth I have been scorned by fate
And served rotten meat on a silver plate
I'd rather love myself than not know love
So I'm drowning in a sea of self-love
In the end i can be hurt by none
Since my heart belongs to no one
I was born in South Dakota
I was born on the wrong side of the bed
I was born under a mossy stump
I was born with an extra head
Such a skill with a spatula
I was born with one in my mouth
Codes of conduct in the northland
Are unacceptable in the South


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