Don't remember a thingn(Left ear a permanent ring)nYou were fortunate born nFrom a shit-hole up north. nnCaught in a crowd,nWith people thinking allowed,nYour little heart is tornnFrom the inside out.nnI was crawling back home down on my kneesnWhile you were sleeping with heart-fever disease.nI'm hearing voices, nMixed up messagesnOf 700 more than 100.nnAnother kick in the ribs,nThe one you'll never forget,nBut what were you hoping fornLying down on the floor?nnMaking amendsnInstead of washing your hands?nI'll say it in reverse so you understand.nnI was crawling back home down on my kneesnWhile you were sleeping with heart-fever disease.nI'm hearing voices, nMixed up messagesnOf 700 more than 100.nnI'm hearing voices, nMixed up messagesnOf 700 more than 100.