[00:00.74]When we were young, we could piss up the boys boat wall[00:04.72]A black expanse of pitch, or tar, or whatever it was[00:08.21]It doesn't matter much anymore[00:10.02]And tussles with the girls before the advent of pubescent awe and confusion[00:15.73]Knickers thick, pasty in the roar of adolescence's dawn[00:28.27]How innocent and cruel[00:30.94]Ran the gauntlet of first stirrings in the changing rooms of May[00:35.65][00:38.59]Where are you now? Don't answer that[00:45.59]I'm still ugly[00:48.58]You're still fat[00:52.44]I've still got spots[00:55.42]I'm still afraid[00:59.55]Our parents made us what we are[01:03.08]Or was it God?[01:05.45]Who gives a ****, it's never really over[01:09.07]