about
Recorded at De Kwinne, Stadskanaal, 1985
lyrics
when I was a little kid my daddy used to beat me up a bit. when he got drunk he just got mad he kicked me in the face I was bleeding bad. my mother screwed about every man in town, I watched her roll in the sand. my brother he's a killer and he's in jail, and now they wonder why I fail. I grew up in a violent way, I used to steal about every day. fight at school ignore their rules, I couldn't learn I was a fool. the D.O.C. I don't wanna be in the D.O.C. had no friends they all hated me, the violent brat that they made me. so I just got worse in a criminal way; lie, cheat and steal I got busted one day. and now I'm sitting behind bars, for stealing and joyriding in some car. they try to change me in their way so that I'll behave and will learn to pray. but I can never be like that for I grew up a criminal brat. they can't understand my way of life; I'll always stay bad, I'll beat up my wife (Jansel).
credits
license
all rights reserved