by Cary Kembla
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I GREW UP TO BE A MAN
In a cradle of hatred
I was born, I was born
In a cradle of hatred
I was born, I was born
Hearing whispered incantations
That I was wrong and I was bad
From a cradle of hatred
I grew up to be a man
In a schoolroom of cruelty
I was taught, I was taught
In a schoolroom of cruelty
I was taught, I was taught
That every question and every answer
Would get three cuts across the hand
In a schoolroom of cruelty
I grew up to be a man
In a temple of evil
I knelt to pray, I knelt to pray
In a temple of evil
I knelt to pray, I knelt to pray
Before a preacher of darkness
Slaughtering a sacrificial lamb
In a temple of evil
I grew up to be a man, yee haw!
In the salt mines of perdition
I earned my bread, I earned my bread
In the salt mines of perdition
I earned my bread, I earned my bread
Til my lungs were almost bursting
And blisters covered both my hands
In the salt mines of perdition
I grew up to be a man
From her goblet of poison
I drank my love, I drank my love
From her goblet of poison
I drank my love, I drank my love
'til my throat burned, 'til my head spun
And I collapsed upon the ground
Drinking her goblet of poison
I grew up to be a man, woo!
© 2025 Cary Kembla
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