Bunked off school from an early age
He's going nowhere except to his grave
Tattooed head won't get him a job
He's got no talent except the size of his gob
His dad left home when he was only 2
His mum let him roam where he wanted to
She never took an interest she didn't care
Now she wished she had she's in despair..in despair
Bunked off school all the time, He's going nowhere..he's going nowhere
Gave the teacher his best line, He's going nowhere..he's going nowhere
Goes to football Saturday, He's going nowhere..he's going nowhere
Throws a punch it goes the wrong way, He's going nowhere..he's going nowhere
Fags at break down the end of the field
It wasn't long before it was drugs that he dealt
Trouble with the pigs nearly every week
Soon it was more than just stealing sweets
Brick through the window of the neighbour's car
Down to the den with his iron bar
Bunked off school from an early age
He's going nowhere except to his grave
The moral of this had got to be
Don't let your kids run wild and free!
Don't ignore them when they're only 8
By the time they're 10 they'll have chosen their fate