I
missed out
On
the birth of Grunge
And
it’s a shame
Because
it’s just the sort of thing
I
would have enjoyed
But
instead I volunteered
Left
home by myself
To
be an itinerant preacher
At
the tender age of nineteen
Off
to the wilds of the Inland Empire
Of
that mysterious state
Known
as California
It
was an odd thing
For
an abjectly shy
And
somewhat solitary
Young
dude like me
To
attempt on my own
Well,
not really on my own
There
were other guys like me
Away
from home for the first time
Thrown
together
In
a strange land
Amongst
strange folks
With
religion on our minds
I
was lucky to meet Long
Who
was there to train me
To
take this innocent padawan
And
bring him up
In
the ways of the Force
Meaning
he was my type of nerd
We
got along
In
the face of sundry challenges
Hurt
knees and rain storms
Broken
bikes and slamming doors
Homesickness
and swimming pools
Urban
blight and Malathion copters
We
had it all thrown at us
Despite
it we smiled
Said
our prayers
And
kept the faith
On
the mean streets
Of
San Berdoo
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