Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years   Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears   Im well known in story, famous in song   The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong   The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong      My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease   They'll grow on my shoulder, my favorite disease   My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake   Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake   Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake      And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth   Leave me long to crawl back to the womb   Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf   Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb   Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb      Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace   But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast   So I take to the hills to live savage and free   I dont need nobody, nobody needs me   I dont need nobody, nobody needs me