Текст песни: The Boy With the Bad Mouth + перевод

He was born in a basement, No height to his name

All fingers in the bowling ball of family shame

Kept under lock and key, 'til he found alcohol

And unleashed on this little world his big scary soul

I said, «Son you’re gonna wind up dead, before the morning»

On the subject of honour, he fought tooth and nail

'Til a death for my family, unless I end up in jail

With a head full of chemicals, park bench for his bed

I said «Son you’re gonna wind up dead, before the morning»

He had love for his mother, he had love for his Queen

He had love for his Girlfriend when he was 16

But the boy was born with a bad mouth, that he can’t keep clean

A brute from the off, a real pain in the neck

All sympathy for the boy was never kept

His final curtain call — a drunk blow to the head

I said «Son you’ve gone and wound up dead, before the morning»

He had love for his mother, he had love for his Queen

He had love for his Girlfriend when he was 16

But the boy was born with a bad mouth, that he can’t keep clean

I’ll get the remaining lyrics up in a short while

Fab xxx

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