Birthday Song - The Greeting Committee

Eight years old to the day

You blew your candles off the cake

Wishing too hard for them to stay

You burnt the house down

She held the match, he held her face

You learned to hate your birthday

Calling her bitch, despite your wish

They had to separate

And the room sings

And it sounds like leaving home

And the room sings

«We know something you don’t»

Now he’s quite the stand-up guy

He’s stood you up 'least twelve times

And when he finally does arrive

He brings his new wife

The family shrink from second floor

The one he claimed he couldn’t afford

Your mother cries, clings to the floor

You knock his lights out

And the room sings

And it sounds like leaving home

And the room sings

«We know something you don’t»

And the room sings

And it sounds like leaving home

The room sings

«We know something you don’t»

The room sings

And it sounds like there’s no love