I was born in 1956
When my father had too much to drink
A thing he choose not to repeat
Not with my mum anyway

I grew up in the 1960s
In a small suburban street
It was the time for love and peace
But not at my house unfortunately

Who I am to complain
'Bout my influences?
How can I be to blame
Left with the consequences

I rebelled in the 1970s
Grew my hair then shaved it off
I burnt my bridges and my brain
I even tried to burn, my flares
I endured the 1980s
Began to write started to sing
Fame was an allusion
I was still losing

Who I am to complain
'Bout my influences?
How can I be to blame
Left with the consequences
Now I'm living in the noughties
Things aren't getting any clearer
My vision is disappearing
Is this end I'm nearing
The end


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