Kalmah

Oh dear mother why did you give me a birth
I didn't ask to be born
Oh dear father can't you see what you've done
I'm not the one you wanted me to become
A coward I am and a good-for-nothing
Still I can walk over you
When my head is down and I'm in distress
Moonshine is my gentle mistress
A drunkard I am and a yokel, too
Still I can walk over you
My hand is poor and I have to bluff
But cheating to win is not even enough
Walking alone, testing the water
Hiding skeletons in my closet