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 had 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 lose 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 couldn´t 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 plead for relief,
This town won´t receive
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.
Mama, oh mama,
Let me please leave

I plead for relief.
This town won´t receive,
All the things that I want.
The things that I need.

All I ever wanted was love.