Lyrics

Jimmy wasn?t planned, a product of a drunken night,
His schooling weren?t so good, but he learnt how to pick a fight,
When his daddy needed cash, it was the only time he saw his son,
His mother weren?t so strong, and Jimmy weren?t her only one

Other night?s of passion meant she never had to work again,
Whilst Jimmy had to grow up, faster than his other friends,
By the time he was ten, he?d had a run-in with the law,
But I can?t help but think he could?ve been something more

Because maybe, things could have been different somehow,
Your life?s been wasted, if everything you touch turns sour,
Cos it hurts, and it scars, and it makes me think how lucky some are,
But maybe, with love, and care, you could break the trend

His life was on the street, his home was there for food and bed,
That suited his mother; she wanted him out of her head,
Jimmy had no inspiration, nothing coming from above,
It didn?t turn out good, when addiction took the place of love