We were hoodlums in the year of '88

Me and my buddy Brian and way under age

I was a shifty little mess just watch me drift between the cliques

No one had me like my family it was kinda the pits

So I take it out on others that were one beneath my status

Making fun of making come made me think I was a badass

Wasn't even a nerd

I'd sit with Bri and his boys

I felt kinda included

I was so overjoyed

No one liked me and I know junior high was a mess

So I played king's quest where you go and you fence

Playground was a place where I should have got punched

But I never learned my lesson cause no one noticed me much

Sep Brian he was funny and we shared every class

Can't explain it I just knew that it wouldn't last

Had me over Friday night to watch porn at his dad's

That's when he pulled me out for jerkin' off in my sleepin' bag

Brian told his friends and the word to them spread

My freshmen year at Plainer and I was better off dead

Everybody knew even that nerd named Kramer

He'd made fun of me in the locker room I couldn't be lamer

Do you jerk off till your beat off yo that's all I ever heard

If you can't control your penis maybe you should go to church

So let's persecute the perv make him think he acts alone

Like they're not all running home to grab onto their bone

But they convinced me i was stupid so i'd do it with guilt

That's how i was raised and what the catholic preist felt

My behavior was a bum i wish i knew it was a blessin

Couldn't keep myself from messin never considered confessing

Just kept it on the low while the lunchroom laughed

But at my expense i had no friends i felt trapped

But i guess i had it coming after how i behaved

Let that be a lesson one i'll take to my grave