Been turned around till I'm upside down
Been all at sea until I've drowned
And I've felt torture, I've felt pain
Just like that film with Michael Caine
I've been abused and I've been confused
And I've kissed Margaret Thatcher's shoes
And I been high and I been low
And I don't know where to go
Birth
School
Work
Death
Birth
School
Work
Death
And heroin was the love you gave
From the cradle to the grave
Boys and girls don't understand
The devil makes work for idle hands
I cut myself but I don't bleed
'Cause I don't get what I need
Doesn't matter what I say
Tomorrow's still another day
Birth
School
Work
Death
Birth
School
Work
Death
Birth
School
Work
Death
Birth
School
Work
Death
Birth
School
Work
Death
Birth
School
Work
Death
Birth
School
Work
Death
Birth
School
Work
Death
Birth
School
Work
Death