Young Fathers - I Heard

Science is eerie when you're still around
Killing your body cos they found you out
Calling the shots and I'm falling down
Look at the dust explode on the ground

I'm there, I'm there, under, I've heard

Inside I'm feeling dirty
It's only cos I'm hurting

Telephone the father
sat on the armchair with a pint and a smoke
Sure, no more back-handed compliments
but the dishes are still in the sink
Walk towards the door and there's an empty dresser,
time to bring out the duster
Left with a bone and a smile to last you a while
Rest a shore captain from your see of travails

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