He's sitting all alone
He's talking on the phone
To no one that cares
The paintings on the wall...
They smell of alcohol....
And they seem so bare
The glass is half full
But school is all bull
And he can't take it anymore
All the kids they ignore
Cause he's ripped and torn
But he feels the sun shine close
His mothers on the floor with her eyes closed
While her daughters in her room with the door closed
Why can't I just leave this place?
His fathers on the run down Main Street...
Everybody awaits defeat...
Maybe some day I can get away
There was only one chance
To have a good dad
The dealer was faulty
A King and a spade
Was not a good trade
For all the scars, the markings
Should I hit or should I stay
For just another day
Maybe I could once get lucky
I'm holding my side
Letting it ride
Snake eyes or black 50?
{Chorus}
His fathers on the run down Main Street...
Everybody awaits defeat...
Maybe some day I can get away