This is the story of our first teacher Shetland made her jumpers And the devil made her features Threw up her hands when my mum said our names Embroidered all her stories with slanderous claims
This is the story of losing my virginity I held my breath and the fey held a trinity People I'm making no claims to no mystery But sometimes it feel like I'm not saying these events didn't Touch our lives in any way But, ah, they didn't make the impression
This is the story of watching a man dying But I don't feel like lying When I think of it now I acted like a sinner Then I went for my dinner.