RAISED BY TROLLS

(Clarke / Wilde)

Well I just can’t seem to fit in this world

They’ve got it all wrong

Sometimes I walk into a room and just start shouting

And when they tell me to stop I’m pouting

But it’s not my fault

So don’t blame me

I was born in the forest and raised by trolls.

Gather round sit down everybody’s ready for their dinner on Sunday

But I chow down, gobble up the food from the table cause I’m hungry

Don’t use a knife or fork because I don’t know how

Don’t say please, never say thank you

It’s not my fault

So don’t blame me

I was raised in the forest and raised by trolls

Saturday morning and we’re walking round the supermarket store

Mommy bought what we needed but I still wanted her to buy more

Now here’s a perfect pile of cans if you pull out the bottom one

You know they all come tumbling down

Mommy, why the frown?

I told you it’s not my fault

It’s not my fault

I was born in the forest and raised by trolls