If my mother had not died and my father left this child at home Well, if my mother had not died and my father left this child at home Oh well, maybe I wouldn’t be so miserable people, I wouldn’t be so all Alone Oh well, I was born in a small town Well, I was raised down by the sea Oh well, I was born in a small town And I was raised down by the sea, oh yeah But no matter where I travel you know somebody trying to hurt for me Oh well, I’ve never been lying dead, I sat six feet in the grave Yes I would, then to be lagging in this misery Woah, hell and misery everyday