Well I went out to town one morning
I carefully started the day
There was no one who would listen
I had nothing to say anyway

There was poison in the backstreet
there was poison in the pub
there was poison in my ears
and poison in my cup

But me I'm only able
to do and see what's done
alone at the table
I'm the blind man's son

I saw a woman bleeding
and I saw a man who laughed
I showed him the knife in my right
and I punched him with my left

I heard a baby crying
it belonged to her
the woman that I stabbed
well, lovers then we were

Masculinity was calling
me to come
said go on to the house
and put your best shirt on

The ugliest bitch in town
came sitting next to me
I told her a story
from the fourteenth century