Shared many stories at Fitzroy Bowl Edinburgh Gardens, both 9 years old Hung out in the grandstand at every game Skating and footy, those were our days
You lived in the high rise up Brunswick St Your Mum had skitzed out on bad LSD She was always too freaked out to get you to school So you jumped on your board, rode on down that hill
Your Dad moved back in, you just had to go He smashed up your stuff, wasn’t safe to go home I begged my folks to take you in We can’t interfere son it’s just one of those things
A few months went by, you were hardly at school I heard you’d been fostered near Clifton Hill You weren’t at the bowl, you weren’t at the game Did we drift apart or did you drift away
Last time I saw you was in All Nations Park Collecting those soft drink cans after dark Pushin’ your trolley down Merri Parade Past Rushall Station to where the homeless stay
But they don’t understand you, avert their gaze Just an angry young man a tattoo on your face You’ll never tell ‘em what you’ve been through
Cause men don’t talk, boys don’t cry Trucks on the coping, skate hard or Men don’t talk, boys don’t cry Trucks on the coping drop in and flyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
