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My dad sold women's shoes and travelled nine months a year When he left my mom in ’71 I didn't shed one tear He was a man who married a teenage girl when he was 39 A man like that doesn't want a wife, he wants a concubine He moved her to Boston, away from her friends and family He isolated her, so in turn, she isolated me She went to bars and house parties, and left her infant all alone She joked that it was all right, ’cause in my crib she left the receiver of the phone He was a shithead father, who created a vengeful wife It's why I proudly say: When I was 14 And saw X and the Subhumans at the Whiskey That was the night – it may sound trite, but punk rock saved my life At 35, when my father said he never wanted me I remember that I didn't know him as well as his TV Other weekends I spent in my granddad's Pontiac At least he was proud to introduce me to his friends at the race track He let me bet two-buck trifectas, and his friends became my teachers I didn't know I was the only eight-year-old in the Santa Anita bleachers Because a child doesn't know what normal is In Beverly Hills, I grew up feeling like a tourist 'cause my friends' parents were millionaires, my mom was a manicurist Letras de cancionesShe’d hang with the Factors and the Westside bourgeois Since she’d go out five nights a week, she got me my own TV I found her porn and sex toys and began to realize then: After she cooked dinner, she'd go out to fuck older wealthy men I never had a babysitter, I had a latchkey It’s so embarrassing: But she never threw me one birthday party So I spent my nights going to every punk show I could find My new home was Hollywood, around Selma and Vine The Cathay, the Olympic, and the Vex You see, punk rock was never just music to me, it was my life My parents were just relatives, my family was always NOFX From Letras Mania