The Bully - The Lemon Twigs

Shane, I’m waiting

For you inside the bathroom stall

Anticipating

Your footsteps coming down the hall

As I stay still

Something makes me ill

My eyes grow wide until

They fill with tears

Visions haunt me

Just as they did when I was young

My poor father

Was given Robert as a son

Robert being me

Shamed the family

Slow as slow could be

While his father had a PhD

Please have mercy

I’m doing everything I can

Robert Senior politely

Asked his son to stand

Do you wanna know why

Your mother died?

When you were born

She couldn’t bear to raise a boy like you

She just couldn’t hack it

Her body attacked itself

By the time the birth was through

She was gone!

Gone!

Shane, I waited

To smash your head against the wall

My self-hatred

Makes me feel like no one at all

I’ll close my eyes

Listen to your cries

And try to feel my size

But my father’s voice will not subside

Ah

Bah-ah

Ah

Bah-ah