Thirteenth child of a thirteenth child
Born in the back streets and growing up wild
Thirteenth son of a thirteenth son
What was my sin oh what have I done
Why am I cursed to walk alone
Where is the love that I've never known
No hand is open there is no one
For the thirteenth child, Saturday's son

Thirteen letters spell my name
Born with a shriek and a scream of pain
Thirteenth hour of the thirteenth day
Left with a mark that will stay and stay
Why am I cursed to walk this land
Searching for one friend at hand
There is no pleasure not one bit of fun
For the thirteenth child, Saturday's son

Somebody somewhere help me please
And just say one kind word for me
And let the spell come undone
For the thirteenth child, Saturday's son



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