Cassius Castrato The She-Male Of The Men's Prison

Boys, I've shaven my knuckled head,
 For to cushion my pillow case.
 Boys, I've traded the laces of my boots,
 And for 'em I got an ol' spoon.
 Now to get some food.
 Boys, I have sold off my last buttons of brass,
 They got me a loaf of bread.
 Now to make it last.
 Every night I sing all the boys to sleep,
 In the night's dark war.
 Hard boys, join me... weep.
 Boys, I've got none of nothin' left to trade.
 So I cut off my ear and went to the gate.
 The unsmiling guards in their buffalo voices said,
 "We need more."
 I severed my left hand.
 I pulled all my teeth.
 I left on my right hand to wield my piece.
 I disconnected my testicles,
 Gave 'em to the prison guards,
 But the guards said,
 "We need more."
 Hang all my belongings on a one-inch nail.