He wasn't a bad lad

When she called him in for tea, he'd scarper - for a lark

hang out with his mates playin' footy in the park

then he'd turn up in his turn up's when the night turned dark

but, he wasn't a bad lad.

Dirty shirt, messy hair, cheeky bloody grin

but he wasn't a bad lad

it was just his way, just him

it was his way of having fun, and no matter what he did

her fourteen year old son

it was no matter

of no matter

because he really loved his mum and

she loved him this

caring caring mum

and the truth she knew about him

it wasn't the truth that was in the Sun.

Taken from 'The Truth'

Written by Ian Nenna