My mother was a b-girl
My old man was a tramp
Some folks say they conceived me
On a landing ramp
I was only fourteen
Took to petty crime
Stole from supermarkets
With this girlfriend of mine
Now I´m nearly twenty
Sick in heart and brain
Haven´t got the courage
My life is down the drain
No roots, no home, no country
No hope, no faith, no luck
If there´s a God in heaven
He doesn´t give me bucks
No self-respect, no honor
No family, no cash
No church and no religion
I´m only human trash
Now I´m nearly twenty
Sick in heart and brain
Haven´t got the courage
My life is down the drain