I was borne on a June day
With great expectations
From a moan and a groan
To a slap and a yell
They wanted a boy
But they got, aberration
And why they did love me
I never I never cold tell

And I don't care what you think you see
From one's own tear no one is free
The only thing that could ever be
Death at an, death at an early age

I was borne on a cool day
With love and affection
From patience to pamper
To the flat side of a boot
The tree bent as the wind blew
In many directions
The taller the tree
The deeper the roots
And I don't care is the truth

And I don't care what you think you see
From one's own tear no one is free
The only thing that could ever be is
Death at an early age

And I don't care what you think you feel
To one's own self you must be real
Cause in this life you can't make a deal
But death at an early age

You know I tried in my own way
To understand freedom
And making mistakes, making mistakes
Was my usual way
I used to have reasons
But now I don't need them
They keep changing the rules
They keep changing the rules
They keep on changing the rules every day

And I don't care what you think you see
From one's own tear no one is free
The only thing that could ever be
Death at an early age
Death at an early age
Death at an early age
Death at an early age
Death at an early age