Lyrics
He was nine dressed with holes in his pocketspaper bag made his lunch on the floorfather gone to the bar for the bottlemother gone to save her own soul
and it's so hard growing up in this cityit's so tough growing up in this world and it's so damn depressing to wake upwhen your world's not worth fighting for
she awoke 83 next Novembershe awoke to a ring on the phonepriscription pills and pain medicationscalls again for the money she owes
and it's so hard growing old in this cityit's so tough growing old in this worldit's so damn depressing to wake upwhen your worlds not worth fighting for
i won't live the rest of my livebroken down beaten in i'll fighti'm alive i can breathe and i mighti might try
it's so hard growing up in this cityit's so tough growing old in this worldit's sometimes so depressing to wake upbut this worlds still worth fighting for
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