My mother was a b-girl
My old man was a tramp
Some folks say they conceived me
On a landing ramp
I was only fourteen
Took to petty crime
Stole from supermarkets
With this girlfriend of mine
Now I`m nearly twenty
Sick in heart and brain
Haven`t got the courage
My life is down the drain
No roots, no home, no country
No hope, no faith, no luck
If there`s a God in heaven
He doesn`t give me bucks
No self-respect, no honor
No family, no cash
No church and no religion
I`m only human trash
Now I`m nearly twenty
Sick in heart and brain
Haven`t got the courage
My life is down the drain
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