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 (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 (down the drain)
Written(s): Chris Von Rohr, Fernando Von Arb, Marc Storace