When we were young We could piss up the boys boat wall A black expanse of pitch Or tar, or whatever it was It doesn't matter much anymore And tussles with the girls Before the advent of pubescent awe and confusion Knickers thick, pasty in the roar of adolescence's dawn
How innocent and cruel Ran the gauntlet of first stirrings In the changing rooms of May
Where are you now? Don't answer that I'm still ugly You're still fat I've still got spots I'm still afraid
Our parents made us what we are Or was it God? Who gives a fuck, it's never really over