I yearn for all of this to work
I'm barely nineteen and I'm feeling stuck
the only thing right is this female touch
would it really be an honour to be born this year?

I've been blinking at the news
'cos I want to get away
'cos I'm tired, Oh way-ay
I've been drinking I feel abused
this is my last day, well I'm not flattered
no way-ay

Oh come all you people in your fields of gold,
well it's time they told the story of how a soul grows old,
and how a young boy grows up in a world that's cold,
and how our youth is stolen by these bearded fools,

I've been blinking at the news
'cos I want to get away
'cos I'm tired, Oh way-ay
I've been drinking I feel abused
this is my last day, well I'm not flattered
no way-ay

well, theres a boil on my heart,
to a windswept coast I can restart
I'll build a house, with a horse and cart
while this world dissolves I will laugh
(x5)

this is the story, of how I draw at life
well I'm so male, Oh way-ay
well I'm quite the utter fool,
got nothing good to say, sometimes I lie
what can I say?

I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
(repeat)

(Thanks to LiamHassett for these lyrics)

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