Scratchin' On The 8-Ball

Itís so hard when youíre scratchiní on the 8-ball
Itís so down when youíre losing all the time
Itís so dark when youíre under the table
Itís so fun when you feel like a clown

And you see everyone build as you fall down to the ground
There ainít no balloons, no vacations in June
On the bad side of town

Youíre so gone when youíre sniffiní in a glue bag
So cracked when your dad isnít there
Itís so fun when you smash every window
So cool when youíre smoking at ten

And your school is just a joke, rather smoke, rather die
All the kids playing ball, I sit on the wall a s they pass me by
Never cry, just get high, never cry
And the world turns another wasted youth, lost before the start

Itís all upside down and the bad side of town claims another heart
Itís all upside down and the bad side of town claims another heart
Itís all upside down and the bad side of town claims another heart
Itís all upside down and the bad side of town claims another heart

Iím from the bad side of town
Iím from the bad side of town
Iím from the bad side of town
Iím from the bad side of town