Raised as a doctor's son
He wasn't brutal at all
But he was brutal to most
Raised by a mother of four
He wasn't raised with it all
But he gave it his all
Born with a silver spoon
Complained about it all
All the women and all
Born with a cheap set of spoons
Grateful for it all
The few women and all
Yelled about the war real loud
But wasn't willing to go
To be by his side
Mad about the world in hell
But he was willing to go
Bright eyes left behind
Thought he was punk as hell
But he grew up
Rich
Tried to be punk as hell
And ended up being
A little bitch
It ain't me, I ain't no doctor's son
It ain't me, I ain't no rockstar son