Seventeen Going Under (Acoustic)

Текст песни Holly Humberstone and Sam Fender - Seventeen Going Under (Acoustic)

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
Cryin' 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
Makes you hurt the ones who love you

You hurt them like they're nothing
Oh, oh
You hurt them like they're nothing
Oh, oh

See, I spent my teens enraged, spirallin' in silence
And I armed myself with a grin
'Cause I was always a fuckin' joker
Buried in the humour amongst the white noise and boys' boys
Locker room talkin' lads' lads
Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags
A mirrored picture of my old man
Oh God, that kid's a dab hand
Canny chanter, but he looks sad

Oh God, that kid looks so sad
Oh, oh
And God, the kid looks so sad
Oh, oh

She said the debt, the debt, the debt
So I thought about shiftin' gear
And how 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 17 goin' under
I'm 17 goin' under
Oh, whoa-oh
Oh, whoa-ah
Oh, ah-yeah, oh-ah, yea-ah-yeah