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