Po' Girl Bad Luck Day Baby

A baby was born in a house of addiction
They call it the rising sun, but the tenant's suns are setting
He took his first breath in the hands of a whore
She knew just what to do, though she'd never delivered before
And he screamed, and he cried, sucked his mother's opium breast
He's got a long fight ahead, but so have all of us
A baby was born on a bad luck day
His life gave us hope, maybe our luck will change
Some deign to despise, those it comforts to condemn
And say "they chose their sickness, look how they've harmed him
They're not our kind, they been dehumanized
Don't even feel a thing, they should all be sterilized"
But a baby was born who can say that he's doomed?
When the cherished ones kill and the battered ones heal
A baby was born on a bad luck day
His life gave us hope maybe our luck will change.