And I sing songs about the past.
How I was raised and I was thrown out on my $$#,
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.