Hilltop Hoods

[Verse 1]
(Suffa)
Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran's dog
Cos I was going nowhere like a child's letters to God
Though life's road was hard I was never so lost
That I looked for an answer in a medicine box
I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills
Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till
They'd have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up
And bail me out, a failure out once again
Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again
And I never will forgive myself
For putting you through all that hell
I went from high school dropout to factory labourer
Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor
To being out on tour, now no stopping me
I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobains biography
[Chorus]
Going down a hard road, down the hard road
Don't know where I've been, and don't know where to go its like
Going down a hard road, down the hard road
Don't know where I've been
[Verse 2]
(Pressure)
I spent my youth like life was cheap
The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink
Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road