Nervous of the girl's handnMaking notes on clean white papernMeet me at the bus stop laternNone of us were pre-plannednLove-making, slapdash babiesnGovernmental cashback babiesnnAll your lifenYou could escapenBut the big black hole is gapingnYour lifenYou didn't knownYou would survive this longnMajor poked your daddy's eyenAnd smiled so sweetly, moved asidennNever saw that boy's handnCreeping up your tracksuitnHow much did your father teach you?nNone of us were pre-plannednBut some of us were born this prettynOn electric beaches, highlights in our hairnnAll your lifenYou could escapenBut the big black hole is gapingnYour lifenYou didn't knownYou could survive this longnMajor stole your baby's crownnAnd smiled so sweetly, turned aroundnnI had a dream that you and me were runningnThrough the streets under the Christmas buntingnI may be drunk but I think I love you honeynSo fuck them all, we are forgotten babiesnnWe are forgotten babiesnWe are forgotten babiesnTell that to the lunching ladiesnWe are forgotten babiesnWe are forgotten babies