a nervous kid

a little freckled wonder

a bmx riding bandit

chucked a cigarette in passing

yeah

called me a faggot

my skinny little hands

to find some positive

i was angry

essentially just a n-n-n-n-nervous kid

it was the year of care for kids

they even made a campaign song

they used to sing it as i entered the room

before light switched on

just in case my lone obductor

was to spark a message within

i was eager to learn

full of sunburn

essentially just a n-n-n-n-nervous kid

so i made a pact with the silence

if you get me out of this one

i'll be true to what i was born to do and be a roustabout

roustabout

yeah

a roustabout

it was the year of gettin' loose

it was the year that my head broke

clueless and free in the act

my mind buckled its spokes

was like a hummingbird

i cried till it returned

i want to drag that son

show him i won

essentially just a n-n-n-n-nervous kid

so i made a pact with the silence

if you get me out of this one

i'll be true to what i was born to do and be a roustabout

be a roustabout

be a roustabout. it ain't easy. go!