I was a good lad my mum said

until I was ten,

my puppy died when I was ten.

 

Twelve years old

I drank and smoked

smashed up cars and got my dope,

fourteen I was in the gang

the no-hopers that was us,

stealing cars and causing grief

raped a girl about that time,

just a game we no-hopers played,

just a game.

 

at sweet sixteen it was mugging time,

dear old ladies were the best,

to see the fear in their eyes

brought tears of joy to mine,

stole a car, hit a girl

high on drugs and booze

mother and child I killed them both,

but not my fault,

my puppy died when I was ten.