Conceived in anger, addicted to hate, the mutant child of a twisted state.
I'm dyslexic, I have attention-deficit disorder, and I've got something like a hereditary tremor.
A child of broken mind, the fear that I hide behind.
I discovered rock'n'roll. You could go round Europe in a van with your best mates, drinking beer, smoking dope and screwing chicks.
A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.
Killing a pig for a good old fry-up is one thing. But there's no excuse for being cruel, even if you're a bored teenage kid.