Thank you mommy for this wonderful life
To see daddy sad and to see you cry
To be the blame when the money is tight
To witness you dying every waking night
To live in clouds of smoke and puddles of spilt beer
Thick mounds of powder and needles are not to fear
That's where i lived and that's what i know
Drugs are my life and that's how i grow
This addiction is not the peak of my problems
After all, mommy taught me exactly how to solve them
So where's my spine?
I never fought what was wrong and i never said anything right
I started writing for fun and getting higher than high
I guess that was mommy when she had my mind
Where was my spine when i needed it most
To know what i was taught was nothing but gross
To stop getting high when i was aware of the crime
So where was my spine, mom?
And where was yours?