You may kick me, maul me,
Spit on me, bleed me,
But I'm still the same old creep,
That I used to be!
And you may kick me, maul me,
Spit on me, bleed me,
But I'm still the same old creep,
That I used to be!
Sometimes the air that I breathe
Is too thick for me,
And I get spooks and cold chills
From the things that I see...
I'm no ordinary Joe
Nor a regular kind of guy,
Cause in the pit where I crawled from
I was used to another kind of life...
And you may kick me, maul me,
Spit on me, bleed me,
But I'm still the same old creep,
That I used to be!
And you may kick me, maul me,
Spit on me, bleed me,
But I'm still the same old creep,
That I used to be!
Sometimes the scars that I bare
Are too heavy for me,
And I get nightmares and phobia
From the dark that surrounds me...
I've been a friend and foe, all can hear my cry,
Cause no matter what you say
I won't adjust I'd rather die!
I refuse to let it go,
To be stripped from this part of me!
I won't bend in reverence
Cause this isn't a life for me!
So you may kick me, maul me,
Spit on me, bleed me,
But I'm still the same old creep,
That I used to be!
And you may kick me, maul me,
Spit on me, bleed me,
But I'm still the same old creep,
That I used to be!
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