babies

Do you dream? I only ask because you seem a little high-strung Hanging on a string Do you feel it when the big man When the big man moves them? Chat shit It's cute that you think It's important I call bullshit Lucky the Earth is burning I wonder what your mother did to you To make you hate yourself that much, that much I wonder what your father put you through You know what they say 'bout babies who don't feel loved You don't feel loved Have you tried dancing recently? A little therapy, maybe How does hardly living really feel? Are you still human in your sleep? Blag it I love when you think That it's working We've heard that bit Thank God the Earth is burning I wonder what your mother did to you To make you hate yourself that much, that much I wonder what your father put you through You know what they say 'bout babies who don't feel loved You don't feel loved I wonder what your mother did to you To make you hate yourself that much, that much I wonder what your father put you through You know what they say 'bout babies who don't feel loved You don't feel loved The 159 to Streatham station (yeah, it's like, yeah) (But like as I said like, it's not very good in a black and white way) (It's getting more and more) (And it's also not 'cause of like the way I speak, I don't think like...)