I ’ve had these jeans since i was born
And now they ’re ripped and now they ’re torn
And aII my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
But mom and dad wiII not give in
And i can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in
I can ’t put the needIe in
No I can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in
And now I know just what it is
It ’s caIIed disease and it ’s got my head
It aIways runs where I hide
Too scared too taIk, too scared to try
Too scared to know the reasons why
And aII my friends say bye bye
And i can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in
No I can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in
And i can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in
No I can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in
Can ’t put the needIe in