Acne Blues

Lyrics

I wish I was nasty, sullen or dumb Or even an orphan with a drunk for a mum Tried to get soul but my feet stayed on the ground A well-balanced childhood is hard to live down Faking Cybulski with the glasses and gun Heading for Poland and the revolution Got not much further than the outside of town A well-balanced childhood is hard to live down I had a chip on my shoulder, a saint for a mum A glorious dream of martyrdom But my folks bust the bubble, saying "We understand" A well-balanced child makes a well-balanced man