Seventeen Going Under - Sam Fender

I remember the sickness was forever

I remember snuff videos

Cold Septembers

The distances we covered

The fist fights on the beach

The Bizzies round us up

Do it all again next week

Embryonic love

The first time that it scarred

Embarrass yourself for someone

Crying like a child

And the boy who kicked Tom’s head in

Still bugs me now

That’s the thing it lingers

And claws you when you’re down

I was far too scared to hit him

But I would hit him in a heartbeat now

That’s the thing with anger

It begs to stick around

So it can fleece you of your beauty

And leave you spent with nowt to offer

It makes you hurt the ones who love you

You hurt them like they’re nothing

See I spent my teens enraged

Spiralling in silence

And I armed myself with a grin

Cause I was always a fuckin' joker

Buried in their humour

Amongst the white noise and boys' boys

Locker room talkin' lads' lads

Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags

A mirrored picture of my old man

Oh God the kid’s a dab hand

Canny chanter, but he looks sad

God, the kid looks so sad

She said the debt, the debt, the debt

So I thought about shifting gear

And how she wept and wept and wept

The luck came down round here

I see my mother

The DWP see a number

She cries on the floor encumbered

I’m seventeen going under

I’m seventeen going under