All these babies are born
To the wrong kind of people
And I wish I had known

I was not good enough
I'm the worst kind of son
Bringing shame to my family

And I know I have worn
My mother's heart out, believe me
I saw it

I saw it coming

All these things I have done

To my little little sister
When I try to support her
She don't believe

Why should she?
I mean, I hurt her


So goodbye, so long, I'm gone already
I'm running out of time
I'm losing my mind

Won't you come take me home?
Won't somebody hold me?


All these babies are born
Like a field full of poppies
Who's gonna know which are torn?

I believe I'll soon leave the meadow
I see my shadow


I think I'm losing my soul...