I was a city baby raised on a well-worn street
my daddy hated it because of it's fame
i never noticed really
i was too young at the time to care about the history in it's name
Some years go by
and the move me to the sticks
some dinky satellite of my old home
and it was there i took off to meet my mind on the streets
and it was there i made off on my own
And i've been sick and i've been tired
i've been a madman slashing tires and starting fires
i'm not afraid cowards be damned
i'm full of pills and smoke and booze and i'm teenage
A few wasted years a cup of tasteless tears
i learned my lessons the old fashioned way
some think i'm angry and mean
but, hell, i'm only eighteen
there's only so much a kid can take
Another day, another time my life
and loves are in line
but i never lost the nerve that i had
i kept my insides clean
my soul solid and lean
my independence guiding me through the crap