Nobody’s my name, nobody’s my name

I was born in the gutter from a dying whore
No choice but to eat my own umbilical cord
Raised by the crazed timber wolves next door
Now I’m the Lord of the Sword of the Eastern seaboard

Nobody’s my name, nobody’s my name

If I get bored or I’m ignored
I just hit my head with a two-by-four
It’s kill or be killed, it’s either or
Step on my toes it’s a holy war

Nobody’s my name, nobody’s my name

Family and friends, I don’t know what they’re for
What little I had is in the morgue
I don’t need no teachers, I got no mentor
I don’t see nothin’ here worth movin’ toward

Nobody’s my name, nobody’s my name

I don’t go to church, I don’t praise the Lord
There’s nothing worth knowing for me to explore
I don’t ask for things I can’t afford
Like meaning in life, there’s no such reward

Nobody’s my name, nobody’s my name

I sleep by day, I hunt by night
I’m brutal and cruel whenever it feels right
If you can’t me figure me out, if you don’t know why
Just drop on by for the next drive-by

Nobody’s my name, nobody’s my name

When friends and meaning disappear
You cover it up with a satin veneer
But if you don’t need love, then you have no fear
And there’s no more use even being here

Nobody’s my name, nobody’s my name

You can banish the gun, you can banish the spear
Say your prayers three sixty-five days of the year
You can banish the doubt, you can banish the fear
But when you get done, I’ll still be here

Nobody’s my name, nobody’s my name

Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002