i hate my mother for ever bringing me to this world
she never even wanted me, she wished i'd been a girl
and goddamn my father thinking i was a punching bag
when the bastard was in town he had nothing better to do
than to call his son a fag
and what's a boy to do but go and die
or fight someone else's war?
it's alright if you don't wanna talk about it
but it's the only way things are ever gonna to change
and i don't expect you to be an expert
you know i never felt not estranged
something is wrong inside me
growing older, yeah i'm still so angry
something is wrong, but i don't know what it is