I was born, misbehaved* Having smoked up my propriety Who needs it anyway? I use it like the blunt side of a blade Blunt side of a blade Well there's nothing left that's same But who am I to complain Yeah i'll torch your book of ways And wipe my arse with the remains With the remains... I'll never be your diamond child Don't wait on me I'll never be your diamond child So what do you do When you're only sixteen And life stares you in the face And says, what you gunna be? What you gunna be? You're dressed to the nines And bored to the teeth With your first class living Where something means nothing to me Nothing to me I'll never be your diamond child Don't wait on me I'll never be your diamond child They got you on your knees You're begging You're waiting for self control They say they got control of you But you know that that ain't true You're waiting to shine Like the others shine Well you can wait here the rest of your life You'll never shine like the others shine I'll never be your diamond child