When the baby took his first breath
I pictured the day he'd take his last
In time I will rise and this runt they adore is gonna die
I got skin on my teeth
And I spit when I speak
I've seen a thousand babies just like he
Doesn't seem that special to me
Fires, fleas and all kinds of disease
Are the only gifts youʼll get from me
Love and grace canʼt set you free
'Cause hell's beneath your feet
You think this kid's a king
That'll draw all men to him?
I think those chances are pretty slim
He'll teach and he'll laugh and he'll cry
But this son of man is gonna die
Fires, fleas and all kinds of disease
Are the only gifts youʼll get from me
Fires, fleas and all kinds of disease
And hell beneath your feet
