In the Spartan room, a Bible lies on the stable floor

“Kneel Down!” He says, “Kneel Down, and Pray!”

Like a monk in a picture my garments tore

As the ruthless rage of McEachern lashed away

And my fate was doomed forever to be a victim of her soft kindness

On this day I became a man

 

From afar I gazed into her button eyes

A formless magic of young desire trickled in me

They said her name was Bobbie; a man’s name to my surprise

It started with a wasted dime and a cup of coffee

And my name was Romeo with the dark smoke

On this day I became a man

 

Secrets spilled, splotches of savage burst

“Away Jezebel!” He thundered, “Away Harlot!”

Crowned with a chair was his curse

In this stamping place of beasts, my blood was not scarlet

And my blood is black, and my eyes are reflections of dead stars

On this day I became a man