Seventeen Going Under

I remember the sickness was forever

I remember snuff videos

Cold Septembers, the distances we covered

The fist fights on the beach

The bizzies round us up

Do it all again next week

An embryonic love

The first time that it scarred

Embarrass yourself for someone

Crying like a child

And the boy who kicked Tom's head in

Still bugs me now

That's the thing, it lingers

And claws you when you're down

I was far too scared to hit him

But I would hit him in a heartbeat now

That's the thing with anger

It begs to stick around

So it can fleece you of your beauty

And leave you spent with nowt to offer

It makes you hurt the ones who love you

You hurt them like they're nothing

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh

You hurt them like they're nothing

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh

You hurt them like they're nothing

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh

See, I spent my teens enraged

Spiralling in silence

And I armed myself with a grin

'Cause I was always the fucking joker

Buried in their humour

Amongst the white noise and boys' boys

Locker room talking lads' lads

Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags

A mirrored picture of my old man

Oh God! The kid's a dab hand

Canny chanter, but he looks sad

God! The kid looks so sad

And God! The kid looks so sad

She said the debt, the debt, the debt

So I thought about shifting gear

And then she wept, and wept, and wept

Luck came and died 'round here

I see my mother

The DWP see a number

She cries on the floor encumbered

I'm seventeen going under

I'm seventeen going under

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh

I'm seventeen going under

Whoa, oh

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh

I'm seventeen going under

Whoa, oh

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh

I'm seventeen going under

Whoa, oh

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh

Oh, whoa, oh