Ghoul

Born to a whore on a Parisian floor
In the ides of march, a babe to abhor
Pardon my French, but life really sucked
When youre born and grow up an ugly duck
To the smiths to work my mother bade me
But play with the fire and youll get burnt, you see
For after the boss gave me a beating
I lit up the kiln to blow up everything
[ Merde! Lyrics ]