Born Born a boy
the apple of your mothers eye
born a boy only a boy
born for the hunt and for the thrill

riding to the skate park with guitar and bag slung on your back
it's getting old
each hour just like the rest
each day just like I dread
summer months lead to regret
standin at the skate park with your rope and your basketball
32 years old
and your getting a feeling that you've ran out of explanations for the garbage you've been sold

oh just a boy another boy
oh for the war and for the build
to maybe fight or be killed
provide for the family
hussle the daily way
to pay the rent
on the slum where you stay

you stand at the precinct trying not to catch an eye
of the others as they walk on by
and you wish that you could go back to a lathe or a mine
coz you don't don't really mind

standin in a supermarket line
babys in your hands
she's 3 years old
and you get a funny feelin that you've just cleaned out of ambition
and you don't know where to go

You sit on your throne
in a room
in this game with people you don't really know
and they change their skin and hair so very often now
you think you've seen it all before
but it's just a Deja Vous
so head back to your bed
coz you know you've played this song before
a long long time ago a whole life ago
you've heard these chords before
and you just cant place where from

standing at the skate park with your rope and your basketball
32 years old
and your having these feelings that you've ran out of explanations for the garbage that you've been sold
standing at the counter with box-cutter clutched in hand a life so bland
32 years old and still at home though your parents they want you to go