The tears of a crowd of very old children I string them on a white hair I throw the wet chain into the air And wish that I had a mother No sun shines for me There was no breast that cried milk There is a tube that sticks in my throat I have no navel on my stomach Mother I was not allowed to lick any nipples And there was no fold to hide in No one gave me a name Fathered in haste and without s**m I have sworn tonight For the mother that never gave birth to me I will send her a sickness And afterwards let her sink in the river Mother An eel lives in her lungs On my forehead, a birthmark I remove it with the kiss of a knife Even if it causes me to die Mother An eel lives in her lungs On my forehead, a birthmark I remove it with the kiss of a knife Even if it causes me to bleed to d**h Mother Oh give me strength