Silver spoon from your mothers womb
You always were never wrong
Your arrogance overwhelming
Your attitude too strong

Was it because you had too much
That your life went astray
Abused a privilege that was served
To have your own way

The trouble that you caused
In the passing of time
Broken bonds of history
Lost on coppers fine

Running with the pack
Along the devils street
It was only a matter of time
Before you had to be discreet

So many opportunites
Discarded by the way
The drugs you took only look
To see if you'll be back today

You keep knocking on mothers door
For her to help you out
Then sit there wondering
Why the tears and the shout

For her love for you will never die
But she is at her wits end
Its time to cut the chord boy
A broken life YOU must mend