I saw a weird boy

He looked at me with a look of pure hate

Nobody knew

All the grief

where he'd been

he was a sad boy

he was a victim of a dirty good time

feely games in the back of his boarded up estate

soon enough, he's pickin' on me,

kicked my head in 'cos that's all that he'd seen

soon enough he's picking on me picking on me

I told my teacher

she look at me so indifferently

her whole night was spent marking paper red tape

so I had to learn to fight

kicked her sister 'cos I had no respect

so here's the start of another war

you against me

soon enough he's pickin' on me

kicked my head in 'cos that's all that he'd seen

soon enough he's pickin on me, pickin on me