Lines of Life - Part Two (3/3) By Paul England

(1/3) (2/3) (2/3) Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

He started drinking all the time and us kids could do what the fu** we liked. My dad would go to pub and we would get birds round, get stoned and pissed. At this time we didn't have to go to school - my dad didn't care. When you're at that age (14) you don't see how important school is and 90% of kids would have stayed off if they could. In the months to come my dad was always going round to my mam's causing trouble. He always used to drink and drive. Some nights he would come in and take us out in his car after he had drunk anywhere between 10 and 15 pints.

The Boy Inside I'm crying inside   the boy you can't see Built up of dreams   with hope I'm free Seeing all the bad times   God has come near me Feeling all the sad times   the boy inside of me A cry for help   no one is there This hand I'm dealt   this can't be fair This cry for help   no one can see That I'm this boy   this boy is me

I thought it was a buzz at the time but I was just a kid - you don't see the danger and when I look back now I just think I'm lucky to be alive, not just 'cos of that but other things I was doing. Taking acid, mixing it with booze, smoking pot and a number of other things. My dad would let us rob; he even used to fence the stuff sometimes. I remember one night sat in one of the bedrooms with our Mike, his bird, one of his mates and my dad. They were all tripping (taking LSD) and I was skinning up for them. I would have been nearly 15 (what a role model).

Looking Good, You're Not I write this for the young ones who think they're fucking clever I took all kinds of drugs, but never was it clever. fucks to looking good, to mates who say they're cool I will say it to their face they're nothing but a fool wisdom comes with age only you can walk your path fucking think you're it, don't you make me laugh I see into your future without no crystal ball you can mark my words, you're destined for a fall go now do your drugs go then waste your time go on follow your friends, into downbeat crime but know they're not a friend and you will fall alone look into your mother's eyes then know it's her who'll moan for them you call your friends they won't care for you for it's mother's heart you'll break when you're laid there, blue.

Continued ...Part 3

Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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