If my mother had not died
And my father left this child at home
Well, if my mother had not died
And my father left this child at home
Oh well, maybe I wouldn't be so miserable people
I wouldn't be so all alone
Oh well, I was born in a small town
Well, I was raised down by the sea
Oh well, I was born in a small town
And I was raised down by the sea, oh yeah
But no matter where I travel
You know somebody trying to hurt for me
Oh well, I've never been lying dead
I sat six feet in the grave
Yes, I would then to be lagging in this misery
Whoa, hell and misery everyday
