We are not worthy to receive you
We are the daughters and the sons
We are the hand-me-down trousers
The blazers and blouses
And I have never owned
A belt a suitable fits
About our different hips
I've grown as big as I can be
As small as when you found me
Humming 'ba*tards of Young'
Blessed Mother what a mess
The broken ladder of success
Holy Mary what a mess
The broken ladder of success
They wrote a letter to your parents
They caught you kissing on the bus
But when they asked you said nothing
Those lines are not for crossing
The damage has been done
We are not worthy to receive you
We are the daughters and the sons
We are the second hand trousers
Blazers and blouses
Irredeemable ones