A-Z

Some things never seem to change

Kids still call each other names

Should get better, but it's sad and strange

Every insult still the same

Growing up in small town hell

They bide their time till the dinner bell

Take a swing with a bag, and they wait

By the school gate

All this pushin' and shovin'

When you need a little lovin'

A little human kindness

But where you gonna find it?

So you close your bedroom door

And you kneel down on the floor

Cause you don't want to get caught

Packing the bag that your mother doesn't even

Know you bought

"So it's come to this" you cry

Not even time to say goodbye

You pack some cigarettes and an A-Z

Push the suitcase back under the bed

You've been balanced on a knife

Will the city save your life?

You've been waiting for so long

Just for somewhere to feel like home

You've been balanced on a knife

Will the city save your life?

Your life is waiting for you

Love is waiting for you

So pack your cigarettes

And your A-Z

It'll be just like that book you read