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When I was born, lot's of people saying I looked like a dead man But to them there was no kindness And so I came into the world With my hands in my jacket Made a whole lot of racket Couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick Oh, when that aero-plane comes with the Lord Will I be ignored? Will I be ignored by the Lord? Will I be ignored? There was a woman; she looked on me sweetly I needed her life to be with mine But never will they meet No, never will they see These two vines will twist away, away Will I be ignored by the Lord? Will I be ignored by the Lord, by the Lord? What for? I may travel on one leg My breakfast will be unpaid And the flapjacks will flap back off The ceiling onto my head Will I be ignored? Will I be ignored by the Lord? Will I be ignored? From Letras Mania