[Verse 1]
I was born in a messed up century
My favourite flavoured sweets are lampone amphetamines
I bought a car, Beretta age sixteen
I brush my teeth with bleach ‘cause I ain’t got time for cavities
My daddy put a gun to my head
Said if te baciare a boy, I'm gonna shoot te dead
So I tied him up with gaffa tape
And I locked him in a shed
Then I went out to the garden
And I fucked my best friend, 'cause my

[Chorus]
High hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried, I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I'll never be alone
It's alright,...