| I never knew my father
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| Berlin 1945
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| He forced himself onto my mother
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| All she did was stay alive
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| Afterwards he gave her vodka
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| And a Russian cigarette
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| Before he disappeared forever
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| And left her with one regret
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| Me, the little mongrel
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| Born at the edge of hell
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| Times were tough but I was tougher
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| I learned that lesson well
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| I never knew my mother
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| Just maybe day to day
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| She gave me food but no affection
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| What could she have to say
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| After a war that ended with me
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| The uninvited kid?
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| She never said she loved me
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| Because she never did
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| Me, the little mongrel
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| Born at the edge of hell
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| Life was rough but I was rougher
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| I learned that lesson well
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| I was always the problem
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| The one who made things worse
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| I made her old and bitter
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| I made her cry and curse
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| I never knew my father
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| Or where exactly he was from
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| Do you think he could have loved me
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| The product of his sperm?
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| Father, I never knew you
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| Mother, I was your curse
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| The crying little bastard
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| Who only made things worse
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| Me, the little mongrel
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| Born at the edge of hell
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| Times were tough but I was tougher
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| I learned that lesson well
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| Me, the little mongrel from hell |