bast*rd from a Basket lyrics
by Jarrod Alonge
I have a competition in me
No one else will succeed
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Orphan from the desert
Orphan, orphan
If you've got something to say just say it
Abandoned what I need
Abandoned everything
And after all these years, building your hate for me piece by piece
I should have seen this coming
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Great hatred stirs within me
Go
(Orphan) I should have seen this coming
In the face of contempt
I found my place
But when all is said and done
I fall from grace
And despite my fantasy of what could be
I thank God I have none of you in me
In the face of contempt
I found my place
But when all is said and done
I fall from grace
And despite my fantasy of what could be
I thank God I have none of you in me
In the face of contempt
I found my place
But when all is said and done
I fall from grace
And despite my fantasy of what could be
I thank God I have none of you in me