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. Send " Pills Smoke" Ringtone to your Cell