BLUE COLLAR SPECIAL LYRICS

"Far From Home"

There's a kid named Timmy and he's only seventeen.
He's got one foot in the grave.
Thinks he's having fun, spent his youth on the run.
Keeps screaming, won't be anybody's slave.

He's running and running
he's on the street
He's got complications
won't admit defeat.
Their's no one who controls him, he's on his own.
Walking crooked lines far from home.

Now he's 21 and he traded in his fun for a
needle and a silver spoon
shooting hopes full of dreams into his veins
his friends, slowly start counting the days

He's running and running
he's on the street
He's got complications
won't admit defeat.
Their's no one who controls him, he's on his own.
Walking crooked lines far from home.

Now he's cold alone and on the streets
to fucking proud to admit defeat
laying on the table staring at the lights
one more chance to fuck up his life.

He's running and running
he's on the street
He's got complications
won't admit defeat.
Their's no one who controls him, he's on his own.
Walking crooked lines far from home.

Thanks to Mark for these lyrics

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