Well, the girls round here, they don't know their names
They don't know the truth from the loading game
It's a hard knock school full of closing doors
And you take your time and you take what's yours

Where will you go my blue eyed son?
How will you see? Where will you run?
'Cause the folk round here, well, they're not to blame
They don't know the truth from the loading game

And the boys 'round here, they all got the means
They all got the cash but they don't got the dreams
And they'll break your heart and they'll break your will
Until nothing's left but the space you fill

Where will you go my blue eyed son?
How will you see? Where will you run?
'Cause the folk round here, well, they're not to blame
They don't know the truth from the loading game

Well, here you stand braced against the storm
Darling, take my hand, let me keep you warm
This belonged to me, now it belongs to you
And I'll take my place in the passing through

And I won't run from anything
But I will stand and I will sing
And the tune you learn, well, it's not the same
But it makes its mark on the loading game