I f****** loved you, but never said a word to make it known
I f****** loathed you, but never said the words as hard to harm
I'm so tired of sourcing men to quote
My God doesn't quiver, and nor should he do
From threats below the Tropic of Cancer, and nor should he do
I was born a f****** idiot, but no one told me til I die o' it
My God doesn't quiver, from threats below the Tropic of Cancer
Well I was born who I was and no doctored manuscript could say that I'm not
But I'll take my own word for it and wear the sign "here be a c***"
I sat beneath portraits, and drew symbols of brotherhoods on my arm
I used only pencil, 'cause nothing in my life can ever last
I watched my mother garden, and thought of all the times I've made her cry
I watched my sister watch me, and we both agreed kids like us never last
I crawl under the stairs, I crawl under the ferns
Decaying leaves and garden tools
She drags her fingers across the earth
I can hear my mother weep
In other soil in another world
She's getting drunk and starting fights
With famous p***** who run the world
I can hear my sister weep
In another house in another room
These fingers move faster
These lungs grow louder
I can hear my body weep
"Spare the drama now go to sleep"
My father looks upon his house
and into ferns, and tells his son
"You've made your women weep
So leave the house or leave your life"
I dream, I dream of England
Oh foreign fern the world in bloom
I dream, I dream of England
Oh rotting wood to boat my sail
I never thought of what I did
I f****** love what's wrong with me
No prayer or wine could twist my arm
To say I was wrong about my life
I'd never harm a living soul
If I was told they didn't deserve it
Decaying leaves to hide my corpse
I don't want his hands to f****** touch me
I hid in the local fern, and no one ever knew
I, made my God quiver, through social dissonance and planned dementia
I, made myself quiver, with social dissonance and planned dementia
I, made myself quiver with social dissonance and forced dementia
I f****** loathed you, but never said the words as hard to harm
I'm so tired of sourcing men to quote
My God doesn't quiver, and nor should he do
From threats below the Tropic of Cancer, and nor should he do
I was born a f****** idiot, but no one told me til I die o' it
My God doesn't quiver, from threats below the Tropic of Cancer
Well I was born who I was and no doctored manuscript could say that I'm not
But I'll take my own word for it and wear the sign "here be a c***"
I sat beneath portraits, and drew symbols of brotherhoods on my arm
I used only pencil, 'cause nothing in my life can ever last
I watched my mother garden, and thought of all the times I've made her cry
I watched my sister watch me, and we both agreed kids like us never last
I crawl under the stairs, I crawl under the ferns
Decaying leaves and garden tools
She drags her fingers across the earth
I can hear my mother weep
In other soil in another world
She's getting drunk and starting fights
With famous p***** who run the world
I can hear my sister weep
In another house in another room
These fingers move faster
These lungs grow louder
I can hear my body weep
"Spare the drama now go to sleep"
My father looks upon his house
and into ferns, and tells his son
"You've made your women weep
So leave the house or leave your life"
I dream, I dream of England
Oh foreign fern the world in bloom
I dream, I dream of England
Oh rotting wood to boat my sail
I never thought of what I did
I f****** love what's wrong with me
No prayer or wine could twist my arm
To say I was wrong about my life
I'd never harm a living soul
If I was told they didn't deserve it
Decaying leaves to hide my corpse
I don't want his hands to f****** touch me
I hid in the local fern, and no one ever knew
I, made my God quiver, through social dissonance and planned dementia
I, made myself quiver, with social dissonance and planned dementia
I, made myself quiver with social dissonance and forced dementia