Born on my back. By the side of the tracks. I was a scrappy little kid. I sat at the knees of beggars and thieves. I knew exactly what they did shame. Really kinda sad. I never knew how bad it was. I came of age. Broke off my cage. I said I never would go back no. But deep within. I'm still a child of sin. From the wrong side of the tracks shame. Everywhere I roam. I carry my old home - with me. Child of sin. I've got no hope - No master to follow. Scar on my soul - That never can heal. Living on the dark - No salvation. Find a way out can't find a way out - No way out