It’s allegorical.
Bruce Satinover: Words & Music: Bruce Satinover
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Mother said I was special, different from the rest
Made to clothe neck to shin
Even in the heat of summer
Sometimes it was a curse
And all the frustrations
From coming of age, the pain I first felt
And every day it grew some more
And mother told of family lore
Of relatives and the pain they bore
Eventually it grew out, long and lustrous
My vestigial tail
This was my burden this was my curse
Uncomfortable then something worse
My vestigial tail
And all the frustrations
From coming of age, the pain I first felt
Hard at first to control
Listened to music to make sense of it all
My vestigial tail
Now I'm a man and i want to have it cut off
But it's part of my spine and no one will avail
Any the price, I would pay
Told to live well, make the best of it
And all the frustrations
From coming of age, the pain I first felt
My vestigial tail
Women run from me, children delight
Except for the cruel ones intent on a fight
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