A Boy’s Tale Songtext
von Sick Leave

This is a story about a little boy
His name is Donnie, somewhere out of Illinois
He has high hopes growing up and shining
Out of the burbs, social ladder climbing

He′ll clean up nicely, rich and smart and witty
Maybe a lawyer living in the city
Maybe New York, maybe even better
He has the hopes, a total go getter

But there was just a little problem
Oh yeah

Born to run
No shoes on his feet now
The floor is lava
And he can't reach the freeway
Born to run
Held back by his background
They pull him back down
Till he hits the dirt ground


Donnie hit the books, he gave it all he′s got
Pulling all nighters to get the ivy spot
What he didn't know is that it's not enough
Gotta be born into that social club

So he had to go to that party school
That stained his resume like a cesspool
10 years later he sells cars on a lot
You thought he′d make it?
Ha, it′s not a Disney plot

And he'll stay mediocre for the rest of his life
Oh no

Born to run
No shoes on his feet now
The floor is lava
And he can′t reach the freeway
Born to run
Held back by his background
They pull him back down
Till he hits the dirt ground


Born to run
No shoes on his feet now
The floor is lava
And he can't reach the freeway
Born to run
Held back by his background
They pull him back down
Till he hits the dirt ground