When I was a boy, I played with my toys. But, up I have grown, new things I have known.
After school was fun. From the law I did run. But, they caught up with me, a bargain I plea.

Adult life is tough, survival is rough. Maybe I have had enough.
Now it is a lie, that big boys don't cry. Stick a needle in your eye.

Away I was sent, to find employment. They hated my hair, I said I didn't care.
I needed a job, but not in the mob. It's got to be legal, you know, american eagle.

Adult life is tough, survival is rough. Maybe I have had enough.
Now it is a lie, that big boys don't cry. Stick a needle in your eye.

So now I'm a man, don't know where I am. No money no food, I just sit and brood.
If it weren't for my friend, my life it would end. But I gotta keep goin', everyday knowin',

Adult life is tough, survival is rough. Don't know when enough's enough.
Now it is a lie, that big boys don't cry. Stick a needle in your eye.

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