Some things never seem to change Kids still call each other names Should get better, but it's sad and strange Every insult still the same
Growing up in small town hell They bide their time till the dinner bell Take a swing with a bag, and they wait By the school gate
All this pushin and shovin When you need a little lovin A little human kindness But where you gonna find it?
So you close your bedroom door And you kneel down on the floor Cause you don't want to get caught Packing the bag that your mother doesn't even know you bought
"So it's come to this" you cry Not even time to say goodbye You pack some cigarettes and an A-Z Push the suitcase back under the bed
You've been balanced on a knife Will the city save your life? You've been waiting for so long Just for somewhere to feel like home
You've been balanced on a knife Will the city save your life? Your life is waiting for you Love is waiting for you
So pack your cigarettes And your A-Z It'll be just like that book you read