Scratchin' On The 8-Ball

It’s so hard when you’re scratchin’ on the 8-ball
It’s so down when you’re losing all the time
It’s so dark when you’re under the table
It’s so fun when you feel like a clown

And you see everyone build as you fall down to the ground
There ain’t no balloons, no vacations in June
On the bad side of town

You’re so gone when you’re sniffin’ in a glue bag
So cracked when your dad isn’t there
It’s so fun when you smash every window
So cool when you’re 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

It’s all upside down and the bad side of town claims another heart
It’s all upside down and the bad side of town claims another heart
It’s all upside down and the bad side of town claims another heart
It’s all upside down and the bad side of town claims another heart

I’m from the bad side of town
I’m from the bad side of town
I’m from the bad side of town
I’m from the bad side of town