Pills & Smoke - Swingin Utters

I was a city baby raised on a well-worn street

my daddy hated it because of it’s fame

i never noticed really

i was too young at the time to care about the history in it’s name.

Some years go by

and the move me to the sticks

some dinky satellite of my old home

and it was there i took off to meet my mind on the streets

and it was there i made off on my own.

And i’ve been sick and i’ve been tired

i’ve been a madman slashing tires and starting fires

i’m not afraid cowards be damned

i’m full of pills and smoke and booze and i’m teenage.

A few wasted years a cup of tasteless tears

i learned my lessons the old fashioned way

some think i’m angry and mean

but, hell, i’m only eighteen

there’s only so much a kid can take.

Another day, another time my life

and loves are in line

but i never lost the nerve that i had

i kept my insides clean

my soul solid and lean

my independence guiding me through the crap.