I found myself zip-tied
My boys face was impaled
Where's your whippet, my man? We need to step
That's prison boy, not jail
Wild boars swarmed in droves
I split the first one's wig
I found myself underneath a Scotsman's boot
They proceed to fill me in
He asked me for my name
He told me I was sick
I lost myself again
I lost myself again
Sam placed the choirboy's head
On the Bank of England's step
He raised his leg to knight the poor man with his knee
That's where the story ends
He asked me for my name
He told me I was sick
I lost myself again
I lost myself again
Save me from me, I'm
I'm found, I'm found, I'm found
Save me from me, I'm
I'm found, I'm found, I'm found
There's dents in the carpet
Like poor Johnny's grief
There's ring marks and thin scars
Like lame sovereignty
There's tears in the curtain
Like cameos of how I bleed
No doiley will embrace my faults
No scratch card will take my name
Smashed glass on the floor
All strewn like song bird seed
He asked me for my name
He told me I was sick
I lost myself again
I lost myself again
Save me from me, I'm
I'm found, I'm found, I'm found
Save me from me, I'm
I'm found, I'm found, I'm found
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