Bastard Child
A child of a criminal who split soon after conception
Set me up for a life of hurt, heartache and deception
The law soon caught him and he paid his dime
But I got not even one second of his time
They called me a bastard and I guess it's true
But how does that make me any different than you?
My mother tried hard to give me a name
But I think it was mostly to cover her shame
To put this in perspective it was the 50's you see
But I'm in my 50's and its still haunting me
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