Music: The Taxpayers
There was this kid I used to know
And he was born with the wrong name
And I would walk with him to school every day
On a cold October morning
He was jumped by a gang of local high school kids with pipes and rusty chains
When the ambulance arrived
All his teeth were broken out and
Jimmy Bartlett never walked quite the same
Turns out the house that he grew up in had been stolen by a man
100 years before who shared his last name
And while we're talking about houses we grew up in,
Lemme tell you about mine:
It was an honest little one story place
But when my mother died
It became abandoned for a while, and
Was quickly repossessed by the bank
But then in 1985 a couple
Neighborhood kids broke into the house through the back door
When the fire trucks arrived, it was burnt to the ground
There ain't a sign of that house there any more
But that's alright. But that's alright
But that's alright. But that's alright
But that's alright. But that's alright
But that's alright. But that's alright
That's alright. that's alright. right.
Right. right. right
When I was nine years old I watched a kid get his legs broken because of his last name
17 years later, an arson fire burned down the house where I was born
There ain't no moral to any of that and there ain't nobody to blame
It was just one of those things