Social Distortion

Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand

How death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story
'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold
But I believe in this, and it's been tested by research
That he who fucks nuns will later join the church

From every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
If you been trying for years, then we already heard your song

High school seemed like such a blur,
I didn't have much interest in sports or
School elections.
And in class I dreamed all day,
About a rock 'n' roll weekend.
And the girl in the front of the room, so close yet so far ya know she never seemed
To notice
That this silly school-boy crush
Wasn't just pretend.

Life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right.
Close your eyes and then it's past;
(It's the) Story of my life.

And I went down to my old neighborhood,
The faces have all changed, there's no one left to talk to.
And the pool hall I loved as a kid
Is now a Seven Eleven.

I went downtown to look for a job,
I had no training, no experience to speak of.
I looked at the holes in my jeans
And turned and headed back.

Life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right.
Close your eyes and then it's past;
(It's the) Story of my life.

Good times come and good times go,
I only wish the good times would last a
Little longer.

I think about the good times we had
And why they had to end.
So I sit at the edge of my bed,
I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw
Love song.

Thinkin' 'bout what you're doin' now
And when you're comin' back.