SSNY

I was a school kid Hiding bruises from the night Mom was a drinker She poured a few and picked a fight And I was growing too fast Finding trouble of my own Working doubles on the weekend Taking tips and getting stoned Till I turned sixteen Blowing Smoke out of a car Home in the rearview I hoped the wheels could take me far enough To someday see twenty one A truck stop youth out on the run again And then I woke up From a black out on the floor Of some apartment And I worked the night to buy some more Self medication For the privileged of the poor I thought it's better feeling nothing than whatever god's got in store Woah Hard luck bad love out again It's a cold truth out here Slow life quick high gone again Same shit new year Woah woah oh Same shit new year Woah woah oh Then it was the street crowd Hocking dime bags door to door I couldn't be worse where I was headed Than I would've been at war I've seen friends and brothers drink to death Seen bullets take them down Turns out there's not much of a life out there if you like this side of ground They were calling numbers To join the fight for Uncle Sam Well go see the world behind a rifle Walk through hell in Vietnam And I'd do anything to get out But I wouldn't shoot that gun Still I said Semper Fi I shaved my head And put that helmet on Oh Hard luck bad love out again It's a cold truth out here Slow life quick high gone again Same shit new year Woah woah oh Same shit new year Woah woah oh I did my service Cleaned up and got a job Worked through college And added love to my lexicon If I've learned nothing From anywhere I've been Oh it's hard to be a saint when the city's caving in Hard luck bad love out again It's a cold truth out here Slow life quick high gone again Same shit new year Woah woah oh Same shit new year Woah woah oh Same shit new year Woah woah oh Same shit new year Woah woah oh Same shit new year Woah woah oh Same shit new year Woah woah oh