| Paroles: | He was jus fourteen and he was white
A smart person? yes. A hero? Oh no not quite
He had
no friends, he was always on his own
He wasn't accepted, he wasn't full-grown
Ugly,
spoiled, pimpled, western, white kid
With knock-kneed legs.
In school the kids
always kicked his ass
Because he played the guitar instead of smoking grass
The pimples
where all over his ugly face
If he smiled they jumped all different ways
Ugly,
spoiled, pimpled, western, white kid
With knock-kneed legs
They called him a nerd,
they called him a dweep
He had his pride and they never made him weep
They all humbled
him, even the busschool driver
Altough they tought he was a loser, he was a survivor
Ugly, spoiled, pimpled, western, white kid
With knock-kneed legs |
