Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alone Against the World, artist - Adolescents. Album song Balboa Fun Zone, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 31.12.1987
Record label: Manifesto
Song language: English
Alone Against the World |
He left home at 16, the days go by like years |
He didn’t get much schooling but he learned a lot on the road |
He knows one thing, not to trust no one but himself |
He hopes and prays, but he knows his days are numbered |
Well, he hits the bottle to wipe out his fears |
But no one’s there to wipe away those whiskey tears |
He’s alone against the world |
He wonders if his girl back home is missing him at all |
He’d like to listen to her voice but he’s too poor to call |
He told her that he’s send for her if he could get ahead |
By now she’s probably given him up for dead |
Night after night he’s all alone |
Each step he takes, he’s farther from home |
There’s no one to help him, his parents don’t care |
He stumbles through life on a wing and a prayer |
He boards a bus in L.A., winds up in New Orleans |
Bums a couple of cigarettes from a sailor in the depot |
Steals a couple of purses and buys himself a dingy room |
No matter where he stays, he knows his days are numbered |
Well, he slams the needle to wipe out his fears |
But there’s no one there to wipe out those junkie tears |
He’s all alone against the world |
He wound up in Raleigh with a bullet in his leg |
'You should have seen the other guy' as all he had to say |
Two bits away from help but he’s afraid they will reuse his call |
He knows his days are numbered |
Stranded in the Midwest and he don’t know where to go |
The west coast cops are on his tail, the east is full of snow |
He thinks, '4, 5, 6 more years of this, I’ll lose my head |
And a few more years of crazy, I’ll probably end up dead |
Oh god, I wish I was back home in my bed!' |
Night after night he’s all alone |
Each step he takes is farther from home |
There’s no one to help him, his parents don’t care |
He stumbles through life on a wing an a prayer |
(He's crying, He’s dying) |
It was only last year |
That he turned seventeen |
Now this ain’t the life |
That a young boy should lead |
He’s alone against the world! |