And I sing songs about the past. How I was raised and I was thrown out on my ass. Cause I didn't care about going to school.
And I saw the look in her eyes. My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I wanted to go, Just to prove them wrong.
I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen. Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
And I sing songs about my friends, The way we grew up and all the loose ends we used to laugh. Cause we didn't give a damn.
And I saw the look in my brother's eyes. When I told him I was leaving, He could help but despise me. He's wanted out his whole life.
I've been smoking the green since I was merely sixteen. Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
And I sing songs about the past.
I plea for relief. This town won't recede all the things that I want, the things that I need. And I'll beg and I'll beg. I'm down on my knees. Momma, oh momma, let me please leave.
I plea for relief. This town won't recede all the things that I want, the things that I need. And I'll beg.