I've had these jeans since i was born
And now they're ripped
And now they're torn
And all my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
But mum and dad will not give in

And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in

And now i know what it is
It's called disease and it's got my head
It [bad word] where i hide
Too scared to talk too scared to try
Too scared to know the reasons why
And all my friends say bye bye...

And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in