Alcohol, drugs and guns
Always the same stories
All of them are true
All we need is somewhere to go
Gimme something to hold onto
Something else to hold onto
Something different
Something new
All the kids in the neighbourhood
Though some are bad
They all are good
They all are good at something
Everybody is
They have Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Just like me and you
We all do
Everyone has someone
Needs someone
To say I love you to
Alcohol, drugs and guns
Always the same stories
All of them are true
All we need is somewhere to go
Gimme something to hold onto
Something else to hold onto
Something different
Something new
When I was a kid
I had fun growing up
I played
Just like all the other kids did
I played just like everyone
has played
I used guns
and bayonets with long blades
and knives and hand grenades
and tents and nets like G.I.Joe
I played games of war
But they ended in peace
I played an explorer
Like Johnny Quest on TV
I explored the world
through my imagination
I discovered things
you wouldn't believe
Unless of course
there's always the chance
Alcohol, drugs and guns
Got in the way
Always the same stories
It wasn't me
All of them are true
I didn't do it
All we need is somewhere to go
I wasn't there
Gimme something to hold onto
it doesn't belong to me
Something else to hold onto
I didn't mean it
Something different
I'm sorry
Something new
I love you
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