I started to cry, they put gin in my cup
I started to crawl, and they swaddled me up
I got up and run, they said "Easy, son,
They told me to think and forget what I'd heard
They told me to lie and they questioned my word
They told me to fail, better sink than sail,
Oh, towers will tumble and locusts will visit the land
Oh, a curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand
You can't win. You can't win
Oh the nerve of some people,
The nerve of some people,
I don't know who you think you are,
Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons?
Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues
Ah better to leave than stay here and grieve
Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around
If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound
Just stand there and rust, die if you must
Why should a wretch like you?
Oh, it was drilled in our heads,
Now we drill it into your head too
Oh, the nerve of some people,
The nerve of some people,
I don't know who you think you are
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people