The Runaway

What can I say?
Yes, I am a lazy git,
I am a stupid twit
And I often think of it.
I ran away,
Left my girlfriend with a kid,
I walked four hundred miles
And I ended up like this,
What can I say?

I had a dad
But he battered Mam to death,
I was taken into care
And I just want to get
Far away
From those blasted children's homes,
I'm happy on the streets
Where I live my life alone,
I'm okay.

This man's starving,
Have you change, however small,
To buy a bag of crisps
'Cause I hardly eat at all.
Can you think
Of anywhere around here
Where we can have a drink,
Where we can go for a beer,
What do you say?