BEACHMONT - SSNY Lyrics

I was a school kid
Hiding bruises from the night
Mom was a drinker
She poured a few and picked a fight
And I was growing too fast
Finding trouble of my own
Working doubles on the weekend
Taking tips and getting stoned
Till I turned sixteen
Blowing Smoke out of a car
Home in the rearview
I hoped the wheels could take me far enough
To someday see twenty one
A truck stop youth out on the run again
And then I woke up
From a black out on the floor
Of some apartment
And I worked the night to buy some more
Self medication
For the privileged of the poor
I thought it's better feeling nothing than whatever god's got in store
Woah
Hard luck bad love out again
It's a cold truth out here
Slow life quick high gone again
Same shit new year
Woah woah oh
Same shit new year
Woah woah oh
Then it was the street crowd
Hocking dime bags door to door
I couldn't be worse where I was headed
Than I would've been at war
I've seen friends and brothers drink to death
Seen bullets take them down
Turns out there's not much of a life out there if you like this side of ground
They were calling numbers
To join the fight for Uncle Sam
Well go see the world behind a rifle
Walk through hell in Vietnam
And I'd do anything to get out
But I wouldn't shoot that gun
Still I said Semper Fi I shaved my head
And put that helmet on
Oh
Hard luck bad love out again
It's a cold truth out here
Slow life quick high gone again
Same shit new year
Woah woah oh
Same shit new year
Woah woah oh
I did my service
Cleaned up and got a job
Worked through college
And added love to my lexicon
If I've learned nothing
From anywhere I've been
Oh it's hard to be a saint when the city's caving in
Hard luck bad love out again
It's a cold truth out here
Slow life quick high gone again
Same shit new year
Woah woah oh
Same shit new year
Woah woah oh
Same shit new year
Woah woah oh
Same shit new year
Woah woah oh
Same shit new year
Woah woah oh
Same shit new year
Woah woah oh