Question-time that says I brought dishonour

My head's bowed in shame

It seems that I've blackened the family name

Mother says that she can't stand the neighbours talking

I've gotta pack my bags, leave this home, start walking, yeah

I'm guilty

I wish that I was sorry this time

I wish that I could pay for my crime



I can't help thinking about me

I can't help thinking about me

I can't help thinking about me



Remember when we used to go to church on Sundays

I lay awake at night, terrified of school on Mondays

Oh, but it's too late now

I wish I was a child again

I wish I felt secure again



I can't help thinking about me

I can't help thinking about me

I can't help thinking about me



As I pass a recreation ground

I remember my friends, always been found and I can't



I can't help thinking about me

I can't help thinking about me

I can't help thinking about me



Now I leave them all in the never never land

The station seems so cold the ticket's in my hand

My girl calls my name Hi Dave

Drop in, see around, come back

If you're this way again";

Oh, I'm on my own

I've got a long way to go

I hope I make it on my own



I can't help thinking about me

I can't help thinking about me

I can't help thinking about me

I can't help thinking about me

I can't help thinking about me