The_Fezig

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
and I howled at my ma in the driving rain.
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag. I was schooled with a strap right across my back.
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead. I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled. I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.

But it’s all right now, in fact, it’s a gas!