My Dad sold women's shoes, and traveled 9 months a year
When he left my mom in 71, I didn't shed one tear
He was a man who married a teenage girl when he was 39
A man like that doesn't want a wife he wants a concubine
He moved her to Boston, away from her friends and family,
He isolated her so in turn she isolated me
She went to bars and house parties and left her infant all alone
She joked that it was alright cuz in my crib she left the receiver of the phone
He was a shithead father, who created a vengeful wife
That's why I proudly say when I was 14 and saw X and the Subhumans at the whiskey
That was the night, it may sound trite but
Punk Rock saved my life!
At 35 when my father said he never wanted me,
I remembered that I didn't know him as well as his TV
Other weekends I spent in my grand dad's Pontiac
At least HE was proud to introduced me to his friends at the race track
He let me bet 2 buck trifecta's and his friends became my teachers
I didn't know I was the only 8 year old in the Santa Anita bleachers
Because a child doesn't know what normal is
In Beverly Hills I grew up feeling like a tourist
Cuz my friends parents were millionaires my mom was their manicurist
She'd hang with the Factors and the west side bourgeoisie
Since she'd go out 5 nights a week she got me my own TV
I found her porn and sex toys and began to realize then
After she'd cook dinner, she'd go out to f*ck older wealthy men
I never had a babysitter, I had a latch key
It's so embarrassing but she never threw me one birthday party
So I spent my nights going to every punk show I could find
My new home was Hollywood, around Selma and Vine
The Cathay, the Olympic and the vex
You see Punk Rock was never just music to me, it was my life,
My parents were just relatives, my family was always NOFX