Working Class Skumbags - A Wee Lad

Left on someones doorstep
When I was just a lad
Had no rhyme or reason
Or a mom or dad
They hid me from the neighbors
They put me in the shed
How do you think I'll wind up
All my mind can come up with is dead
Come up with is dead
Come up with is dead
Come up with is dead
Living ain't easy
With this in my arm
I'm no good to no one
I'm always doing harm
You wont amount to nothing
My half mom Always said
How do you think I'll wind up
All my mind can come up with is dead
Come up with is dead
Come up with is dead
Come up with is dead
Rear view mirror
Cops are on my tail
I'm a major flight risk
I wont be making bail
25 to life
For blowing off his head
How do you think I'll wind up
All my mind can come up with is dead
Come up with is dead
Come up with is dead
Come up with is dead

Written by:
Adam Olea, Robert Weaver

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