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 nothing to offer Makes you hurt the ones who love you You hurt them like they're nothing (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) You hurt them like they're nothing (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) You hurt them like they're nothing (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) You see, I spent my teens in rage Spiralling in silence And I armed myself with a grin 'Cause I was always the fuckin' joker Buried in their humour Amongst the white noise and boy's boys Locker room talkin' lad's 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 God, the kid looks so sad She said the debt, the debt, the debt So I thought about shifting 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 going under I'm 17 going under (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) I'm 17 going under (whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) I'm 17 going under (whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) I'm 17 going under (whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)