I used to walk to school with my nose buried in a book.

They say I need to learn, but nobody's here to teach me. If they don't understand, how can they reach me?

If it wasn't for the military I probably would not have ever come to Bosnia for vacation.

We got to push to give, and one life to live.

As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.

I'm innocent. I've done nothing. I'm a nice guy.

I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets.