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

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