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Guilt and Regret, they are my two inbred brothers |
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Guilt and Regret |
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O god how I hate them both from the bottom of my heart |
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Guilt and Regret and me wake up into a brand new day |
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Guilt and Regret lively |
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I am still dead tired - the night has been long and hard |
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My brothers they ask me: |
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"Do you recall anything from yester-night, no?" |
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They laugh at me and go: |
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"Nothing at all? Well, it must have been an evening of joy" |
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Guilt and Regret |
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O god how I hate them both from the bottom of my heart |
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Each morning like this they come, uninvited |
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Pale as ghosts, reeking of compost |
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Yet most I abhor their bloodshot eyes |
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My brothers they ask me: |
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"Do you recall anything from yester-night, no?" |
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They laugh at me and go: |
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"Nothing at all? Well, it must have been an evening of joy" |
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My brothers they tease me: |
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"Do you remember anything from yester-night, no?" |
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They laugh at me and go: |
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"O sure you do, we buried our little sister Hope" |
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Guilt and Regret and me - what a twisted family we are |
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Guilt and Regret |
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O god, how I hate you both from the bottom of my heart |
