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O Mother, why do they treat me like I’m not a man?
I wonder, does anybody know just who I am?
Can I love the world exactly as it is, or do I have to split?
Is there anybody rooting for the kid?
O Mother, is this not the way you want me to behave?
I won’t just set here and let them treat me like a slave.
Can I love the world and hate how it makes me feel?
Cause I don’t wanna kneel.
Is there anyone who’s got my back for real?
I do not think I live here anymore.
I sometimes wonder, is it wrong if I do not want to live at all?
Can I love the world enough to give a spin or am I giving in?
Or do we burn the old one down and start again?