There was this kid I used to know and he was born with the
Wrong name and I would walk with him to school every day. on
A cold october morning he was jumped by a gang of local high
School kids with pipes and rusty chains. when the ambulance
Arrived all his teeth were broken out and jimmy bartlett
Never walked quite the same. turns out the house that he grew
Up in had been stolen by a man
100 years before who shared his last name.
And while we're talking about houses we grew up in, lemme
Tell you about mine: it was an honest little one story place.
But when my mother died it became abandoned for a while, and
Was quickly repossessed by the bank. but then in 1985 a
Couple neighborhood kids broke into the house through the
Back door. when the fire trucks arrived, it was burnt to the
Ground. there ain't a sign of that house there any more.
But that's alright.
When I was nine years old I watched a kid get his legs broken
Because of his last name. 17 years later, an arson fire
Burned down the house where I was born. there ain't no moral
To any of that and there ain't nobody to blame. it was just
One of those things.