been scramblin' my own eggs
since I was a bastard boy,
down in the trailer park
just north of Orlando's
McCoy International Airport.
went to a round school
with a wooden playground
where I'd battle Russel Osborne,
the rich ginger kid.
my mother was always either
drunk, working, angry, drunk,
or done disappeared altogether.
for weeks on end,
I would wake myself up
and take myself to school,
but the only thing I had to eat
was eggs so I'd make them
morning and night.