Album: Stoosh
I saw a weird boy
He looked at me with a look of pure hate
Nobody knew
All the grief
where he'd been
he was a sad boy
he was a victim of a dirty good time
feely games in the back of his boarded up estate
soon enough, he's pickin' on me,
kicked my head in 'cos that's all that he'd seen
soon enough he's Picking on me picking on me
I told my teacher
she look at me so indifferently
her whole night was spent marking paper red tape
so I had to learn to fight
kicked her sister 'cos I had no respect
so here's the start of another war
you against me
soon enough he's pickin' on me
kicked my head in 'cos that's all that he'd seen
soon enough he's pickin on me, pickin on me