Ballboy: I Hate Scotland

	Sometimes in my life
	I take all my hopes and dreams
	All my ambitions and all my aspirations
	And I give them all up
	Trade them all in
	Put them all to one side

	For a springboard
	And a pair of shorts
	And a plain white t-shirt
	And the ability to do a perfect backflip

	I think if I could do it
	The seconds would feel like hours to me
	It would be like medicine
	Staying with me during the days and during the weeks
		when I'm just pushing on
	Just getting by

	And it's funny how your life is
	It's funny how you can spend years and years
	Building up layer by layer
	And then throw it all away in a second

	And I'm not all what I used to be
	And although I've more or less accepted it
	Although I'm no longer trying to change it
	I still regret it
	I regret it every day

	I'm not all what I used to be

	Maybe it's Scotland I hate
	I know I hate so many things about it
	I hate the way punishments are the heart of everything
	I hate the way parents beat their children
	I hate the way everything always has to be someone's fault
	Even though some things just happened
	Some things just happened!

	I hate the way people bring up their children
	To be exactly the same as they are
	Just so they can justify the way they've lived their lives

	I hate the way we expect to fail
	And then we fail
	And then we get bitter because we failed

	Maybe it's Scotland I hate

	Maybe Scotland's got nothing to do with it
	Maybe all this has got nothing to do with anything

	But I know that I would give it all up
	Trade it all in

	For a springboard
	And a pair of shorts
	And a plain white t-shirt
	And a perfect backflip

	A springboard
	And a pair of shorts
	And a plain white t-shirt
	And a perfect backflip

	I'd give it all up for that
	I'd give it all up for that
	I'd give it all up for that

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