I was born in darkness Behind the iron curtain Lining up for flour Drunk on people power and vodka Yes they gave vodka to a child I came across the ocean On a wave of mixed emotions And I found the count of Eden Now I'm high on personal freedom but I'm drowning in debt I'm drowning in debt Learning to talk again The age of almost ten I had to fight for justice I had to fight Darryl He took my lunch My sandwiches and he stomped on them Hey Darryl you got exactly what you deserved (You got a bleeding nose, man) This is no made up story About my former glory It's a little exposé I guess All I'm trying to say It ain't easy to find your way For the immigrant Things got cool in high school Got a cherry strat and it totally ruled And just hanging out on the weekends I started a band with my best friends And it was this band (Been going for a while now) This is no made up story About my former glory It's a little exposé I guess All I'm trying to say It ain't easy to find your way For the immigrant