I've had these jeans since I was born
and now they're ripped
and now they're torn
and all my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
but mum and dad will not give in

and I can't put the needle in

and now I know what it is
it's called disease and it's got my head
it always runs where I hide
too scared to talk
too scared to try
too scared to know the reasons why
and all my friends say bye bye...