I go at red lights Stop on green Cut out the women In the magazines Set em up And I knock em down And I can turn a smile upside down If there's a party I don't wanna go I don't like people I don't know Late at night I get scared I turn around and there's nobody there Took out a loan And I paid my debts My only currency Is cigarettes Who was I When I was young Don't tell me: it's on the tip of my tongue Stayed up all night Saying the morning prayer Acted angry But I didn't care I can only do What I did before And blame it all on the luck of the draw I'm not your problem anymore Blame it all on the luck of the draw