700>100

Don’t remember a thing
Left ear, a permanent ring
You were fortunate born
From a shithole up north
Caught in a crowd
With people thinking aloud
Your little heart is torn
From the inside out
I was crawling back home down on my knees
While you were sleeping with heart fever disease
I’m hearing voices
Mixed up messages
Of 700
More than 100
Another kick in the ribs
The one you’ll never forget
What were you hoping for
Lying down on the floor?
Making amends
Instead of washing your hands
I’ll say it in reverse
So you understand
I was crawling back home down on my knees
While you were sleeping with heart fever disease
I’m hearing voices
Mixed up messages
Of 700
More than 100
I’m hearing voices
Mixed up messages
Of 700
More than 100