there s only one way of life and that s your own my father when i was younger took me up on to the hill that looked down on the city smog above the factory spill he said this is where i come when i want to be free well he never was in his lifetime but these words stuck with me i ran from all of this and i climbed that highest hill and looked down on my life beneath the factory spill i looked down onto my life as the family disgrace then to all my friends on the starting line their wages off to chase and all my friends and all their jobs and all the bloody waste chorus i grew up learned to love and laugh circled a s on the underpass but the noise we thought would never stop died a death as the punks grew up and we choked on our dreams we wrestled with our fears running through the heartless concrete streets chasing our ideas and the problems of the world won t be solved by this guitar and they won t stop coming either by the life i ve had so far and the bright lights of my home town won t be getting any dimmer though their calling has receded now like some old distant singer and they don t seem so appealing to the eyes of this poor sinner chorus