Lyrics:

Question-time that says i brought dishonour
My heads bowed in shame
It seems that ive blackened the family name
Mother says that she cant stand the neighbours talking
Ive gotta pack my bags, leave this home, start walking, yeah
Im guilty
I wish that i was sorry this time
I wish that i could pay for my crime

I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me

Remember when we used to go to church on sundays
I lay awake at night, terrified of school on mondays
Oh, but its too late now
I wish i was a child again
I wish i felt secure again

I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me

As i pass a recreation ground
I remember my friends, always been found and i cant

I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me

Now i leave them all in the never never land
The station seems so cold the tickets in my hand
My girl calls my name hi dave
Drop in, see around, come back
If youre this way again&ampquot;
Oh, im on my own
Ive got a long way to go
I hope i make it on my own

I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me