Hark back to days you were born, my little spark For a while I lean down to ears to replace what I spat out
"Keep on rotting in the farm" "Keep on rotting in the farm"
Hark back to days you were born, my little spark For a while
And how would you know I held a rope To keep an eye fixed on yours And how would you know That rain and snow Are only water but in different forms Because I never told You had to hold on to this
And just keep on rotting in the farm Keep on rotting in the farm In the farm In the farm In the farm Singing
Be fucking scared 'cause they might Trap you while you sleep And wrap you in a carpet Or stab you when you're shopping
