i hate my mother for ever bringing me to this world
she never even wanted me, she wished i’d been a girl
and goddamn my father thinking i was a punching bag
when the bastard was in town he had nothing better to do
than to call his son a fag
and what’s a boy to do but go and die
or fight someone else’s war?
i wish i was never born
it’s alright if you don’t wanna talk about it
but it’s the only way things are ever gonna to change
and i don’t expect you to be an expert
on these sorts of things
you know i never felt not estranged
something is wrong inside me
growing older, yeah i’m still so angry
don’t wanna love
don’t want no keys
something is wrong, but i don’t know what it is
i don’t know what it is