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 picking on me
kicked my head in cause thats all that he'd seen
soon enough he's picking on me, picking on me
i told the teacher
she looked at me so indifferently
her whole night was spent marking paper red tape
so i had to learn to fight
keep the distance cause i have a respect
so here's the start of another fight you against me
soon enough he's picking on me
kicked my head in, 'cause that's all that he'd seen
soon enough he's picking on me
picking on me...
