Morning of my fifteenth birthdaynShoplifting celebratory sweets from SafewaynNo sooner have I left the supermarketnI get collarednSecret door, upstairs, check out my image on the multiple screensnThe manager's mean - calls the police to the scenenI come clean - to no availnLegs between my tailnThe handcuffs hurt but I remember not to wailnThen to the pig pennWith a pair of big mennHumiliationnLying on a blue matnIt's juts like PE - but much roughernThird time here and I'm still not much toughernWatch me suffernTill about middaynWhen the Head Of Year's here and I'm on my waynHey!nThree hours late for my art GCSEnMy cheeks burn red as the other kids stare at mynMy Auntie Lexy's boyfriend the art teacher glares at menFeels like nobody cares for menI think carefullynI'm like, damnnTerrified of going back home to my Dad and my MamnI'd only just regained their trust, understandnThat's when I formulate a plannAt the end of the day, hey, I'm gonna run awaynIt's not that I wanna, I'm a gonner if I staynSo I polish off that red letter boxnThen I'm off out of schoolnDoobleanga down to Bangor station hit the first train to LiverpoolnI'm like, fuck itnSeven pound thirty in my pocketnThe ticket costs five pound something so that doesn't leave much from the dealnSo on arrival I'm a steal a mealnAnd a biblenYo!nDon't think I've ever been to Liverpoool beforenBut I'm OK on my ownnWandering alonenBlood Brothers is on and I've a plan to get a jobnIn the Burger King and rent a bedsitnMaybe next weeknFirst though I've gotta find a place to sleepnI walk the streetsnMeet - whores, randoms, children, finally find an abandoned buildingnBreak in through a broken windownI step inside, smells like somebody diednClimb up these rickety stairs to findnSomeone'd already been therenNeedles and porn everywherenClumps of hair and a blanket, smashed glass, blood, and a toothnPlus the place didn't have a roofnI curl up in a ball on the groundnDream as the rain falls down.nnWake up, shivering, shuddering,nJust in the middle of dreaming about what could have beennShould have been blowing out candlesnShould have been opening banglesnInstead I've been moping with vandalsnCoping with thinkingnSoaked to the bone and I'm stinkingnHave a little moan then an inklingnHow I can have a shower, like - cool!nWalk for about a half an hour then I find a swimming poolnIn Liverpool - I rule!nNo need to fool the lady at receptionnNo deception in my conversation, I just mention my situationnAnd the girl's likenHey kid, you can have a shower for freenHere's some shampoo and a towel, you don't have to thank menSo I wash, then I scuttle off, ashamed of myselfnInto town where I steal myself some breakfast off the shop shelfnM & S, concerned about my dress so I plan to steal some trousers and a shirtnThis one's covered in dirtnBut that won't hurt for the presentnI scrawl homeless on some paper, sit my ass down on the pavementnAnd it's not pleasant beggingnBut some people seem to feel sorry for me sitting on the groundnOne lovely lady gives me twenty pounds, a notenI practically gloatnGather up my coat, and the paper that I wrote homeless onnThen on the W.H. Smiths, I steal some books, some graphic novels and some comicsnAnd I spend the afternoon in Maccy D's,nDrinking milk shake, reading Spiderman and Tank GirlnAnd the former gives me my new namenBen RileynI figure that I'll shave my head, and maybe one day I'll do KylienYeah I'm wiley and I'm optimistic, but here's the piss takenThey kick me out of Maccy D'snAnd bugger me, it's freezingnSo I find myself a pub, in there I buy myself a cokenI sit down at the back and I take of my steaming coatnThe landlord and the regulars they seem to share a jokenThey all laughing in my direction as I'm scheming and I hope they fucking chokenAnd die, I start to fucking crynA wrinkly old lady wonders, and she asks me whynPick up my steaming coat, and streaming eyes I run outsidenPast some children to my buildingnI curl up on the ground and liennAs it was, I didn't last that long in LiverpoolnAnd that's because I made a phonecall to a friend from schoolnNo sooner had a I hung up, than a wagon pulled upnShouted ADAM! and I turned around, a pair of coppers ran me downnI said, my name's Ben Riley, but they didn't believe itnDrove me back to the station where I played to JesusnAnd for a few hours, impatiently I waitednFor my folks to drive from Anglesey to Liverpool to strangle menI was as scared as I'd ever beennBut my Mam and Dad cared, so I shouldn't have beennAnd that's the thing.nnPublished by BMG Music Publishing. Lyrics reprinted with permission.